The Long, Lost Summer.



In my prime, in my youth, salad days…they all go.

It’s a clear blue sky with just a hint of cold. The long-awaited summer did come and is now going. Its last hours are being played out before the curtain of autumn is pulled across the stage.

And here is me, this ingrate wishing for it to never end (summer).

It’s been a good, a very good summer. In all respects it has made up for the terribly dark winter that never wished to end. May arrived and brought some sunshine. June was better. July was a blast. August, well August was just seriously warm, seriously ‘cool’, seriously summer. September knocked on the door just over a week ago and we had to let it in. The next stop, as my wife said yesterday, is Christmas.

For now, it is a run in the early autumn. It is a moment for moments, for the NOW.


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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

13 thoughts on “The Long, Lost Summer.”

  1. I hate summer. I’m a (cough cough) delicate flower that wilts in the heat. I look forward to spring every year. Of course, southern California rarely gets really cold so Autumn and winter are okay too.
    Enjoy your remaining sunshine and warmth!

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      1. I don’t know if I did Goodreads or Amazon or both. I don’t know what I ate last night. The only reason I know my name ( Grandma or Hey Mom)is because my family keeps using it.
        I know I wrote at least one review….sigh… I’m so far behind on everything, I’ll never get caught up.

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