There was a man in the West End on Tuesday outside one of the Tube Stations. He was carrying a placard that said 'You'll go to hell'. Except it didn't quite say that. I know that the grammar wasn't right but I don't recall the words that he'd used. I felt compelled to let him know that I disagreed so went up to him, looked him in the eyes and told him 'No.' How dare he tar everyone with the same brush!
I'm trying to live a life fostering gratefulness and compassion towards myself and others. Sometimes I get it well wrong and do my best to make amends. Like when I called Louis a Nazi for choosing too much of his crappy boy band music in the car on the way back to Devon yesterday when I was sorely in need of some cheesy Bee Gees! I said sorry and we ended up laughing at my choice of words. My tongue is too quick sometimes. On other occasions it fails to speak out when it ought. No-one is perfect but I think that there's a lot of us out there who're trying hard to be decent human beings. Our best is good enough, I'm certain.
So heartfelt warm wishes to you for 2015. May this New Year bring love, meaning and purpose. Here, no goals or resolutions have been chipped away in stone. My masonry tools are in storage after all. Unfettered by the ties of a conventional home. I'm looking forward to taking the opportunities that are given to me, sharing good times and laughter and overcoming probably unavoidable adversity with those who are dear to me. As in previous years I'll be learning from my mistakes along the way. Surely that won't condemn to me to an eternity of having my bum licked by flames?