jtoddring

Simple joys

A warm fire, the quiet joy of peace and solitude, a bowl of home-made carrot soup, and Bach; with Voltaire waiting for me to pick up the thread where we…

Night

I love the night – every bit as much as I love the day. And fortunately, in the country, you can actually experience the night, since it is not drowned…

Seclusion

I feel like Strider, living in voluntary exile. And that is more than alright. Seclusion is sometimes a good thing. More can be done in solitude than in the midst…

No more excuses

There is no question: this generation will be held responsible for our actions, and even more, for our inaction. Apathy, complacency and denial are morally unacceptable. In fact, at this…

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