Durham Rush Hour
The idea of the journey is, admittedly, such a cliche. From baby to child to adolescent to man/woman is just one journey. We also make physical journeys by train, or bus, by car, spiritual journeys, journeys of self-discovery, journeys to the jobs we do - from - see next post - window cleaner to Archbishop (is that possible, if not, why not?)
Work is such an integral part of who we are, how our lives unravel, what relationships we have and the lifestyles we enjoy or otherwise. Yet, few of us actually sit down and consider what we actually want from life, or how our working lives could be utilised to make our existence, much, much more meaningful and enjoyable, BEFORE setting out on one of our most important journeys.
With all your help, we are rocketing along and I have four sections near completion. 'Across The Universe' - 'What Brings You To This Place In Time?', 'Starbucking' and 'When I grow Up...', as well as an introductory piece underway.
See next post, a little piece I wrote in Starbucks (the first coffee shop I came to after the bus broke down and I had to walk into Durham in heavy rain - long story) Bridgegate, Durham 18/05/2013. I have written more about the whole of the experience of that day but have concentrated on random thoughts related and loosely related to Rush Hour.
Please note, I have, of course, written to the Archbishop of Canterbury (related to my next post) to invite him to share with us his 'Rush Hour' and journey to work, in a physical sense and how he actually made the journey to the work he does now, but, at the time of going to press, no reply has been received.
Please feel free, if the spirit takes you, to share with family, friends, strangers, pets...and please also fee free to make comments (preferably when sober and without expletives!)
