This morning I read through some old Windridge Newsletters I wrote back in 2002 – 2003.... They were good, they were filled with authenticity; so simple and so bare.... I find I lose touch with myself when I try to be like everyone else... I want to get back to that place of being real. "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he as...
- for the journey...