On a quiet night recently, I assembled the ingredients for a Sri Lankan curry. I pulled a knife from the drawer and a chopping board from the pantry. I gathered my cauliflower, my spices, my monkfish. And then I began a ritual.

Music, please!

Headphones on. Apron on. Noise begins…

In fiction there are stories about people who walk through grave yards. They’ll be on their own or with a companion. They’ll look at the weathered tombstones and the moss-ridden mausoleums and ask themselves:

What’s left when a person dies? …

This morning I did what I always do on Monday mornings. I woke up with sore legs. I made my porridge. I stretched. And then my Monday morning changed.

The news. My eyes were drawn to the moving image of an American C17 Transport. It was attempting to taxi on…

July 31st, 2021

Today was so very green, and then eventually the day ended and the sky turned pink. It was a bright pink. Like fluorescent coral. And while the light lingered, I cast my eyes west. The sun was sinking with quiet beauty. …

Let me tell you about friendship.

To become friends, there’s a sort of accidental or incidental bonding. Like tying a shoelace and knotting it. You know what I mean, don’t you? You’ve experienced it. And then the friendship takes shape and it’s so unique. And it grows and changes with…

I was thinking the other day, that in the past year there were only a few rare Saturdays in which I woke up and didn’t head out to train. It’s the usual routine for me that I do. Waking with the sun and the birds, I make for the bike…

It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m watching the wood pigeons do a dance on the lawn. In the trees there are more birds. Calling softly at first, their whispers soon turn to songs, and their songs to whistles — joyous whistles rhythmic with the new spring breeze. …

On occasional nights, somber and with my eyes shut, I dream. These winter evenings are peaceful aren’t they? So despite the cold rain, despite the howling wind, I never linger here — in the real world — long. Falling unconscious to all that makes life. At peace with myself. This…

Samuel Hodges

A collection of musings about life, love, books, and travel.

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