straybark

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 any other public social platform you care to name. Such platforms are fine and useful in their way but some may notice that I am not overly active on such forums. I prefer to same 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 or share. For me it’s family/parenting or non-profit work or web development and general use of IT in small organisations, being a school governor or growing up a Mountaineers fan just to name a few themes. Like most people I tend to wear many hats.

If you have landed here by invitation then it means that I’d like to discuss one or more of these hats with you. If you have stumbled upon this page by accident feel but would still like to chat then give us a ping us on twitter.