The Power of the Word

I was reminded of something I read by John Donne, ‘Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak…’when I received letters from two friends now living many miles away; it was so true. Their words, written in their own inimitable ways were so different, yet in those words I could still hear their voices as clearly as if they were in the same room with me.

While I enjoy emails, and being able to Skype those friends who, like me, enjoy dabbling in computers, there is still something very special about a handwritten letter or message in a card; although the increasing costs of postage are fast rendering the paper and pen version of correspondence a luxury to be indulged in occasionally; rather like those now frowned upon indulgences like; butter, cream, and alcohol. Though I confess, I still believe that a little of what you fancy does you good – in moderation.

Portrait Picture of Tony Benn

Portrait Picture of Tony Benn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I‘ve been reading Free at Last, the diaries of Tony Benn for 1991 to 2001 and am still only half-way through, but his views, once considered by many to be maverick or outlandish, are proving more acceptable and honourable than any of those held by today’s politicians at Westminster. I blame the media, as well as members of his own political party, for encouraging the denigration of his ideas and concepts. Reading his diaries delivers a view on what a life dedicated to the service of his electorate really meant. He believed that his constituents came before party; such a view would have been poison to someone like Tony Blair, and those who think like him, believing that the party, like John Mortimer’s Mrs Rumpole, is ‘she who must be obeyed’.

Rumpole of the Bailey

Rumpole of the Bailey (Photo credit: Sarcasmo)

Of course, being honourable, honest, and having principles you feel you have to ‘stick to’, is probably rather old-fashioned these days when lining one’s own pockets and offering to use one’s  influence in return for money is making headlines in the daily news. It just goes to show – nothing changes, only the names and the faces. So many highly qualified people are having difficulty in making a living, while these political fat-cats get sleeker by the minute, with no end in sight to their globe-trotting glitzy persona. Ah well, a good book on my shelf is a friend that might turn its back on me, but remains a friend.

15 comments on “The Power of the Word

  1. I love the Rumpole stories, Hilda in particular. He used to sit in a window in Fleet Street, I think he has now gone, will have a look next time I walk past. Spin seems to account for a lot these days.


  2. Phil Thompson says:

    May I please interject with this post. Much has evolved since the posting.


  3. I recently treated myself to the complete set of DVDs with Ian McKern as Rumpole. The series was brilliant, but then John Mortimer was a genius. I loved Voyage Round My Father, the basis for that series, and found myself laughing out loud as I read.


  4. I too love getting letters in post!


  5. I feel a bubble of happy expectancy when I see an envelope addressed to me in someone’s handwriting whereas, a business letter gives me a bubble of anxiety.


  6. Phil Thompson says:

    Monday 10 June. Good afternoon Maureen I trust that you are in good health. May I once more bring to your attention this article that was sent to me. Note the last paragraph. No matter what they have done to this family. Social Services are NOT ACCOUNTABLE.


  7. Phil Thompson says:

    Thank you for trying. All the best.


    • If we each do something, we may succeed in pricking the bubble that seems to protect the guilty while exposing the innocent to abuse.


      • Phil Thompson says:

        Dear Maureen, here is my letter to you. Unfortunately it has not been delivered into your letterbox. So what. May I just say that you listen. Can I tell you of a time when I walked in a wood where it glowed with bluebells and just to walk there made me feel the wonder of just being there. To say anymore would be ridiculous. Dont care I walked among the Bluebells in all their Glory.


  8. Hello Phil,

    No, what you say is not ridiculous. Just looking at the perfection of flowers has a magical effect: the sight fills me with an overwhelming feeling of peace. Looking into the heart of a bluebell’s trumpet is to look into the heart of God, and walking among the bluebells that now fill an area of woodland I planted fifteen years ago, is like walking in Paradise.


  9. Imelda says:

    It is sad that fewer and fewer people can be called statesman/woman these days. Many have been servants of the party more than the people. 😦


  10. How right you are. It is a source of anger and frustration that people profess their desire to serve their constituents, but, upon election, in fact do not. Instead they serve self by first helping the party.


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