The road (is) home

As a Buddhist, it isn’t unusual to have thoughts about “path”, but at this time of year it always very much at the fore. Each ‘twixmas’ I spend those ‘in-between days’ reflecting on the year just gone, and feeding any insights into the year ahead. I have been doing this same process for 12 years …

There’s no place, home

It was mid-December – I think 1993 – I was driving back to Surrey having finished the term at University. Somewhere around Horsham, Chris Rea’s “Driving home for Christmas” came on the radio. Whilst one of those benign Christmas songs, something quite painful struck me. “Was I driving home?”. I now lived my life in …