Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me. 

“Every man should be so much an artist, that he could report in conversation what had befallen him.”

The Poet
Ralph Waldo Emerson

a personal network

Not every worthy conversation takes place on facebook or twitter or linkedin or any other public social platform you care to name. Such platforms are fine and useful in their way but some don’t tend to be overly active on such forums. I prefer to save my efforts for here where I can pick my own topics and invite the people I wish to engage with.

 the conversation that has befallen me?

It seems to me that every life has much to report. For me it might be families and parenting, non-profit work, web development and general use of IT in small organisations, or it might be about work as a school governor. Like most people I tend to wear many hats and each hat is important to me.

If you have landed here by invitation then it means that I’d like to chat …and thatvyou haven’t quite read the invitation all the way through. If you have stumbled upon this page by accident but would still like to talk then ping us on twitter.