Posted by: Philip Carr-Gomm | May 10, 2010


Simplify! Simplify! That is the escape from our present imbroglio.

Close this book and release your soul upon the rain that streams against your window. You are within walls, but there is rain upon the journeying wind; rain that brings a sense of moss-covered stones, of blind, dark turf, of vast rondures of drenched horizons.

Powys, John Cowper. A Philosophy of Solitude.
New York: Simon and Schuster, 1933.


  1. Hahaha!
    Perfect timing. Thankyou! :o)

  2. Also, you don’t need a dog to run off to the sanctuary of the downs for a while! :0)

  3. Ah yes, rain! Rain is much easier to appreciate when you live in a land of dust. It clears the air and makes the brown world green again, if only for a little while. It makes a person want to breathe deeper, slower and sink gently into a world that seems a little wilder…

    Sorry… just thinking aloud…

  4. Ditto, Carrie-Lynn. The very trees seem to breathe again when it rains here.

  5. Oh! I get it! That’s really awesome!

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