Monthly Archives: October 2009

Terry’s Taxi

Sometimes I meet people who can teach me so much in such a short space of time. For them, I might just be passing through… For me, these people can have a massive impact on what happens next in my life, and I never forget them. Terry is one of these people and I would like to share his story with you.

So, I was in Richmond on Sunday, running late for something, and in a fabulous mood. My day had started well, the sun was shining, and all was well with the world. Even TfL‘s weekend engineering works messing up my travel plans couldn’t get me down.

Having arrived at Richmond station, needing to be in Gunnersbury about half an hour before, I started out for the relevant bus stop, but something made me change my mind and opt instead for the luxury of a black cab for this short journey. I’m so glad I did, because had I got on the bus, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting Terry.

As I leaned into the cab to ask about the length and fare for my journey, I was struck by an effervesence not dissimilar to what I had already been feeling that morning, and somehow even lighter, like this was someone for whom life really was a breeze.

Terry and I had a chat about life and love, and although he came out with a lot of cliches, ‘Life’s too short,’ ‘There’s always someone worse off,’ ‘This isn’t a dress rehearsal,’ ‘You only get once shot at this,’ somehow, they didn’t seem like cliches coming from Terry, he really meant them, and really lived them. He told me about how he had lost both his brother and sister at a young age, and, rather than let the grief defeat him, it completely changed his outlook on life, made him want to grab it with both hands. He told me about how, after years of working for someone else, he had finally realised his dream of being his own boss, working when he wanted. He now works really hard when he feels like it, so that he can indulge his passion, taking himself off on holiday for at least two months of every year, thus making his work fit around his life, rather than the other way around.

I asked Terry if it had been difficult, learning The Knowledge. He really had to think about it, and as he did so, I noticed he kept chuckling to himself. ‘Yeah,’ he said, shrugging and shaking his head at the same time ‘I suppose it was… I used to get up at the crack of dawn and drive around all day…’ he trailed off and laughed. When I mentioned the research which shows that London’s Black Taxi drivers have a larger hippocampus after studying The Knowledge, his face lit up and he agreed, then told me about how it changed the way he accesses information. ‘I never forget a face,’ he said – then told me about a woman he had picked up once, and as soon as he saw her he remembered where she lived. This woman was shocked, as she hadn’t taken a taxi for several months ‘But once I’ve taken someone somewhere,’ explained Terry, ‘I never forget,’ thus demonstrating that his memory of faces has become closely linked with the map of London he has in his mind. Amazing.

The last words Terry and I exchanged were about his philosophy on life, which he said his father taught him:

‘As long as the rent is paid, and there’s food on the table, all that’s left to do it have fun!’

What great words to live by. The journey went all too quickly, and Terry’s laughter was still ringing in my ears well into the afternoon. I can almost hear it now.

I did ask Terry if he minded whether I wrote about him, and, if anything, he was just a little curious and said he didn’t mind at all.

Terry – if you happen to be reading this, thanks for keeping my energy high yesterday, and for reminding me what life should be all about. Mate, it’s clear to see, that not only do you truly love life, you really do LIVE every minute of it.

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Word art

Have just discovered Wordle, thus allowing me to make pretty pictures from my words. Here’s a word cloud I made today, using words from this blog:

Wordle: Honestspeaks

Isn’t it pretty?

Moroccan memories

Agadir - evening beach shot
Hello again,

If you have been following my twitter updates, you may know that I have been in Morocco for the past week. I just got back yesterday, and already it seems like such a long time ago!

Morocco was amazing, so beautiful, and all of the people I met there were lovely, so open and inviting, and generous in spirit.

I did so much, not as much as I would have liked (a week is never long enough!) but managed to fit a lot into a short space of time, and still find some time to rest!

Highlights for me were:

Moroccan ‘whisky’ – a fresh mint tea that is offered nearly everywhere you go. It smells amazing, so fresh, and tastes delicously minty and very sweet! My top tea moment was looking out over the Ben Youssef Dam, Agadir’s man made resevoir, which stretches out for miles and offers breathtaking views of the country.

Ben Youssef Dam

Th Souk – the massive Moroccan market in which you can buy everything from curry powder to carpets. I could easily have spent a lot more time and money here. The people were friendly and everyone wants to have a chat regardless of whether you buy from them, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that not only is my French is a lot better than I remembered, I was also pretty good at haggling!

The Desert – I felt so much at peace here, so much so that, yes you guessed it, I wrote a short poem (below). I was going to include a picture here, but hopefully these words will let your imagination paint a picture instead:

Desert

I can almost see the perfectly dry heat
I listen to the silence
And sink into sand, warm under my feet
For now, this is all I need
I embrace this vast nothingness with my heart and mind
This is the stillness I’ve been trying to find
And in this space
I feel at peace.

Fear

Not too long ago, a good friend asked me a question that I have been thinking about for some time now. That question was:

‘What would you do if you weren’t afraid?’

Each day I had several new answers, and some of the things I was afraid of I have tried, and found that they weren’t so frightening after all.

This morning, it hit me. The thing that I think I should be most afraid of, is fear itself.

A warm welcome

Dear Reader,

Welcome to my blog! The poem below is one I wrote several years ago when I was really looking forward to what the future might hold. Since then, I have gone through so much, good and bad, and for a while I lost my way.

Recently, I have been working through some stuff, and I re-read this poem and for the first time ever, I think, I am really starting to believe it. This is my time, and although I know there will be ups and downs (after all, such is life), all things will pass, and I can continue to rise.

If you’re interested in writing, people, poetry, and everything in between, you may find this blog interesting. I will write as often as the fancy takes me, which I am hoping will be more and more often as times goes on!

For now, thank you for passing through, perhaps I’ll see you back here again sometime.

Til next time,

Honest. x

Now is the time

Ready to Rise

The nights start early and it’s too cold to sleep
So I lie awake through sleepless dreams I creep
Rain seems to me like a seamless beat
Over which I hear voices
Reciting too many choices.

It’s time to switch, time to step up my game
As the seasons change I re-arrange my priorities and start believing
Find my direction so I am achieving
But I keep freezing.

These words take a hold of me
It’s a self fulfilling prophecy
‘Cause it’s only me
Holding back, keeping me down
It’s time to take a step back
Find a new way around.

I tell myself this same shit time and again
The same song just a different refrain
And yet still… I’ve remained the same.

I should move on, it’s a natural progession
But years on I  still recite the same lesson
I keep on saying it’s time to let go
I keep on thinking it’s starting to flow
But something inside keeps holding me back
I set my truth free, and my demons launch a counter attack.

What they don’t know it this time…
This Time
I’m Ready to fight back.

I know something they can’t override…
My time is Now
And I’m ready
To Rise.