I'm Backing the Tortoise

Sometimes it feels like I’ve had more jobs than hot dinners.  A few of them had their fair share of misery!  My recollection of the best ‘team’ though came from the first two years at Leeds Nightstop – before Barnardo’s spoiled the party.  ‘Spoiled’ is a critical and partly subjective comment.  We joked that Nightstop was an organisation ‘devoted to serious coffee drinking punctuated by occasional prayer’.  I suspect our bucolic brook had a few too many meanders for the mighty river of corporate charitable efficiency.  This Hare and Tortoise race was always bound to end in tears.   For Hare and Tortoise read Cain and Abel?  Certainly, the early Nightstop pace contributed to its creativity and our shared sense that this was a good organisation.  Incidentally, we know who eventually won the race! At the moment I’m writing a book (‘The Gospel of Slow’) which develops the theme.

For the past couple of months I’ve taken a ‘blogging break’.  That’s a euphemism for another bout of depression.  Depression is a bad kind of ‘slow’- a kind of bludgeoning anaesthetic.  At the moment I’m still in the midst of it, but determined to find a new tempo guisto for blogging, writing, life and everything.