I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Hopes And Dreams

The Solitary Walker in duck-egg blue. No idea what happened to the short, woollen trousers — or the blond hair.

I have a piece just up on Rachel Fox's excellent new site all our hopes and dreams. You can find it here.

Anyone can contribute, and these are the submission guidelines.

Rachel gives some prompts to inspire thoughts about your own hopes and dreams:

What were your hopes and dreams when you were a child?
Did any of them come true in any sense?
What are your hopes and dreams now?
Do you really think any of them are possible?

Rachel would love to receive more contributions to this fascinating and intimate archive.

11 comments:

George said...

Where the hell are your duck-egg blue boots, man?

George said...

Oh, I forgot to mention that I really enjoyed your the fine piece you posted on "All Our Hopes and Dreams." Left my comments there.

Dominic Rivron said...

I would have thought short, woollen trousers were just the thing for long distance walking. I'm sure they're available in our sizes. Failing that, there are probably old ladies around who could knit 'em for us, if we asked nicely.

The Solitary Walker said...

George & Dominic: ha!

Ruth said...

Haven't you walking men heard of lederhosen?

The Solitary Walker said...

Jawohl! Val-deri, val-dera, val-deri...

The Weaver of Grass said...

I am just absolutely bowled over by how little you have changed Robert - don't mean the duck egg blue - mean the face. Can't help wondering if Dominic is hinting at me knitting those short woollen trousers! Flipping cheek I call it.

The Solitary Walker said...

I was wondering that too, Pat — about Dominic and his new fashion fetish. (Can you knock me up a pair, while you're at it?)

I know what you mean about the face — yes, I still have that curmudgeonly look from time to time. (Or do I mean adorable gaze?)

am said...

What a dear little boy you were! Clear-eyed. Direct. Likely you would rather have been walking around than posing for a camera.

dritanje said...

such a soulful expression! Funnily enough I was replacing some photos left out from my [grown-up] children's visit and came across one of me when very young, and it is truly curmudgeonly. And someone sent me a recent photo they'd taken of me and that challenging look is still there! Perhaps our expressions as weaver of grass commented, really don't change...

The Solitary Walker said...

Perhaps we don't change a lot, dritanje. Except for outgrowing our romper suits. And I know people who don't even do that.