Neverland is saved again
Thank you so much for reading School of Blue this past year. Hope ‘26 is good to you. - richard
Red morning sky, stained glass light at the kitchen window. We imagine a birth, a baby yelling, mom and dad poked by hay straw. Donkey bums shuffle to give them more room. Of wonder, of earth and sea, of fire - living, feeling of sensations. Here we suffer grief and pain and next door they do the same. Acupuncture of words press skin, bring relief - it is a kindness really in a world where bad actors and mad kings serve up venom to egg up their egos. This week we jump out of loops, of headlines - a brainwash really, a twist of the arms to force the collective to think miserably, to swim in their bile. At the Panto, patrons in front of us check football scores. Their attention in puddles of muddle, unable to enjoy the now that, to us, feels like an escape from everything around us. Light relief, of joy, of the moment - and Neverland is saved again.




I am thinking of the first bit of Peter Pan, when the landscape of the children's brains is being tidied by their mother. How impossible it is. And how wondrous. Happy New Year, dear Richard.
Have a happy last few days of 2025, mate.
Best Wishes - Dave :)