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January 15, 2023

Last letter

by Rod Smith

I found the last letter written to me by our father….

Just to thank you for the lovely holiday you gave me. Thanks for Washington, Atlanta, Aussie, and New Zealand. Hard to believe that I covered so much ground and saw so much. I am missing Indianapolis a lot, also America and all its people. We had such a lovely time.

I am finding it hard to settle down. Can’t seem to get mobile. Health wise, I am a lot better. Tummy back to normal. Just a little backache now. I am sure that I will get better in time. Everyone’s looking forward to your visit in August. I will be away for seven days while you are here but will make it up as soon as I get back. Perhaps you can take a trip to Margate to visit me. We’ll talk about this later.

Have had so much to tell friends about our stay in America. Saw Chicago on TV and we were so excited as it was one of the main streets we went down with you. We are lucky to have so much to remember. I don’t think we can ever forget how kind and generous you and your friends have been me. August 1994

EWG Smith
January 15, 2023

Then this arrived…….

by Rod Smith

from Australia …… thank you! You know who you are…….

January 15, 2023

Something beautiful

by Rod Smith

Please, take a few minutes to write something beautiful today – and, if you wish, send it to me. 

Such writing shifts things within us, sets our heart on seeing beauty.

Uplifts.

I discovered this in a moment of desperation. 

My sons were preteens when multiple pressures demanded I land a part-time job teaching writing at a local community college.

Mostly, it was a pleasant, inspiring experience. The adult students were often late, arriving after work by public transportation, sometimes after a second job..

One evening a married couple entered the room while engaging in a raging vicious and rather abusive domestic argument.

Once the couple was seated I knew I had to do something to ease the tension. 

“Welcome,” I said, “I am glad you are here.”

Where I got this from I don’t know:

“Everybody, please, take a blank sheet of lined paper and let’s take 7 minutes to write something beautiful. Anything. A short poem, a vivid joyful memory, perhaps something about a gift you gave or received. I am also going to write. You will have an opportunity to read what you have written to the class if you would like to.”

Within 15 minutes there was widespread healing, weeping as students volunteered to read their writing.

May we all write something beautiful today.

Yesterday’s walk