<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:43:38.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Writes of Passage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-9007771036223618678</id><published>2009-02-12T14:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:35:57.269Z</updated><title type='text'>Snow fall!</title><content type='html'>Please! is it so hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the really humanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fall! Fall! White and pure snow.&lt;br /&gt;You all taht dirty can show&lt;br /&gt;They think they don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;From them long time ago; I did flow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is beyond this comprehension the philosophy!&lt;br /&gt;So, they will never understand the duality&lt;br /&gt;Thus; is very hard from them to see&lt;br /&gt;What they glance is just a small part of me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The real me... The big part ; that no one  can conceal&lt;br /&gt;The one who all can feel!&lt;br /&gt;The part of me that is magic&lt;br /&gt;THe one who doesn't fear the trgic &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That part of me did grow!&lt;br /&gt;Is almost in the right point; melow.&lt;br /&gt;Althought, I feel a strange feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;My feelings and my thoughts from humans are falling apart!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a big and and bitter disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;No! fae from that; I will never miss a love appointment!&lt;br /&gt;That appointment it was made by; my Master!&lt;br /&gt;With HIm all must be on time; Nothing faster.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had to know! To have my Master blessing&lt;br /&gt;Isn't neccessary to give anything!&lt;br /&gt;To Him is just to send;&lt;br /&gt;from inside the best; from Him the blesse to lend .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cold as snow is the way i feeel!&lt;br /&gt;Pure as white, Iknow that you are real...&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the faculty of interpretation!&lt;br /&gt;And long, have beeing my formation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All I see; All I feel; I send to Him!&lt;br /&gt;All I do the way I live; is trought Him!&lt;br /&gt;Throught Him my mistakes; had a punishment&lt;br /&gt;Trought Him my life is florescent!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My faculty of interpretation; for me is very hard!&lt;br /&gt;No, They don't want me honest! They would like me to drab...&lt;br /&gt;And depravation after me; all to drag.&lt;br /&gt;Every nsingle day I herad that brag!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The duality... What way to take? Decision!&lt;br /&gt;That I can do with precision.&lt;br /&gt;The must important! To believe in love or not?&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubt with love I did a knot!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heaven or Hell? Easy one!&lt;br /&gt;Of course the special one...&lt;br /&gt;Duality! Way or not to the eternity!&lt;br /&gt;The other one; to love among the humanity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But... No, for love they say:&lt;br /&gt;No way! Go away!&lt;br /&gt;Here there are no place.&lt;br /&gt;No place for such thing! So I ask to my Grace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is this your kingdom? There are the duality... After!&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of choice in the kingdom of love; matter.&lt;br /&gt;Is true my life is a nightmare;&lt;br /&gt;Worse! Because is cause by unconscient people... I don't care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Duality of life on Earth... Love or depravation?&lt;br /&gt;This decison leads to annihilation of salvation&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation end of all reaction&lt;br /&gt;Salvation! Live before and after! Always up... Without interruption&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No place for love where to go?&lt;br /&gt;No place for peace all evelty flow&lt;br /&gt;No place to be honest and sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;Oh quel monde de misere&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Manuel Vasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Client of The Education, Training and Employment (ETE) Department at The Passage)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-9007771036223618678?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/9007771036223618678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=9007771036223618678' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/9007771036223618678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/9007771036223618678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-fall.html' title='Snow fall!'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-8324799475565965313</id><published>2008-09-12T09:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:50:55.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Streetmate</title><content type='html'>Glenn, our much loved Vocational Guidance Worker has given birth to a new website called '&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.streetmate.org"&gt;Streetmate&lt;/a&gt;'. It's aimed at the single homeless person in London and gives news and advice around three key areas: Housing, Working and Learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to get Glenn to write a few words in the near future, but until then - &lt;a href="http://www.streetmate.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;'s the link:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-8324799475565965313?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8324799475565965313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=8324799475565965313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/8324799475565965313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/8324799475565965313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/09/streetmate.html' title='Streetmate'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-3145515444020472406</id><published>2008-06-23T10:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:55:49.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time: The Great Healer</title><content type='html'>You wouldn’t expect to have a spiritual experience at half past seven on a Tuesday morning while going for the paper, would you? Well I did. It was nothing huge and there were no flashes of bright light or images of saints, there were no voices either, it was just a very personal, very freeing realisation that gave me an immediate sense of peace and more importantly a great barrel of hope, something I sometimes sorely lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live above the Passage Day Centre in Montfort House; I’ve been there for nearly eighteen months in a bed-sit, prior to that I was at Passage House hostel and before that I was on the street and a regular at the very same day centre. It used to open at 7am back then but now it opens at eight. I’ve learnt a lot about the organisation, mainly because they’ve been my crutch while I’ve had to limp through part of my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning as I came back from buying my paper, the queue as usual was quite long with a varied group of homeless and vulnerable people lining up to get a hearty breakfast or a hot shower. I pass them most days and only once in while will I recognise someone from my time, someone who didn’t make it off the street or whose luck just never ran long enough to get back on their feet. It pains a little to see them, especially when they don’t acknowledge me, or sometimes can’t. But this morning it wasn’t a client I recognised, it was Lloyd, one of the project workers; He was marshalling the line and taking names for entry down stairs. Not a very remarkable happening as I have seen him doing this many times in the last year or so, this time though he beamed a huge smile at me as he returned my “Good Morning”. And that’s when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered two and a half years ago, I was in the depths of despair, a broken, ill man living on the steps of the Cathedral and praying most nights not to wake up in the morning. It was a Saturday afternoon and there was a craft fair in the square, I was too ashamed to go anywhere near there and so I sat away, wrapped in my thick coat of self-pity and sadness. A car parked not far from me and a happy family came past on their way to the festivities, I recognised Lloyd immediately - as he did me. I merely nodded and said good afternoon to him, I must have looked wretched but it was nothing he hadn’t seen many times before, I’m sure. He paused as he passed me and he said the words which have now become manifest in my life, he placed faith in my future that afternoon and somehow I have nurtured it, I cannot deny the miracle because I am the proof of it, do you know what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are going to be fine, just give it time and it’ll be alright.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled all the way back to my room this morning, you see Lloyd has seen through his promise - because with help I have given it time, I’m actually fine and things are all right. I just needed reminding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyce Van Rensburg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-3145515444020472406?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3145515444020472406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=3145515444020472406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/3145515444020472406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/3145515444020472406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-great-healer.html' title='Time: The Great Healer'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-8080033613784197655</id><published>2008-06-18T12:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:19:04.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling the Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/SFj6wGOLkcI/AAAAAAAAADM/gMGTY4klP9w/s1600-h/volunteers.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213192272892105154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="134" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/SFj6wGOLkcI/AAAAAAAAADM/gMGTY4klP9w/s320/volunteers.png" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago I was made redundant from my job in the city and had a stand down period in which I was not allowed to work. After getting over the initial shock I was left wondering what to do with my sudden influx of spare time, so after a holiday I thought about coming down to &lt;a href="http://www.passage.org.uk/"&gt;The Passage&lt;/a&gt; to do some volunteer work. I knew about The Passage having spent a community team works day here with my previous company and had really enjoyed it so I came down to see if there was anything I was able to help with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in contact with &lt;a href="mailto:sarah.norwood@passage.org.uk"&gt;Sarah Norwood&lt;/a&gt; via the website and then David Boulton, both of whom were very welcoming and extremely grateful. Thanks to their ruthless efficiency, before I knew it I was wearing a pair of yellow gloves and a rather fetching apron and was elbow deep in dish water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short I found the volunteer work in the day centre really rewarding. Tasks ranged from clearing and wiping tables, serving breakfast and lunch, washing dishes, operating the till, working in the clothing store and helping out with odd jobs in the kitchen. Often I’d stop for chats with the clients and was able to find out more about their diverse backgrounds. In general the clients were easy to talk to and seemed to really enjoy the interaction. It was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each day I would leave The Passage with a very unique sense of fulfilment and I was always in a buoyant mood at the end of it. It really felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing a shift one morning I got chatting to Bev McGregor who asked me if I wanted to come upstairs to the Education, Training and Employment (&lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/ete/"&gt;ETE&lt;/a&gt;) department which helps clients to get back on their feet through aiding with CV preparation, setting up email addresses,Voicemail4all accounts and advice on employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, imparting general PC skills that most of us take for granted was really enjoyable. Helping clients get set up and back on their feet and seeing them go through interview processes and have some success was just brilliant. These were tangible results as a direct result of our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there I attended a Business in the Community (&lt;a href="http://www.bitc.org.uk/"&gt;BITC&lt;/a&gt;) open day where CEO's from various bluechip companies including Marks &amp;amp; Spencers and Clifford Chance were present to find out more about providing work experience opportunities for clients. Seeing the clients interact with prominent business leaders was great and hopefully we will see some positive results come out of these invaluable sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot talk about my experience at The Passage without mentioning all of the staff and volunteers. It is hard to find appropriate adjectives to describe the sense of welcome and camaraderie they put across. Each day I spent volunteering would fly by and chats would be about anything and everything, from learning about peoples varying backgrounds, to politics, to priesthood to footballer’s salaries! They are a collectively a very caring bunch and I was really touched to be told that I was being prayed for by the weekly prayer group that another job would come along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since found another role now so I will be working in the city again and my time here will be less frequent. If you are contemplating doing some volunteer work I can’t speak highly enough of the enriching experience that can be gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time here has given me a great sense of perspective along with a good dose of realism and has made me appreciate smaller things that are otherwise taken for granted. Many of the homeless are just like you or I but have just had a bad run of luck, so I would implore you to exercise a little philanthropy and get in touch with The Passage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydn Scott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-8080033613784197655?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/8080033613784197655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=8080033613784197655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/8080033613784197655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/8080033613784197655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/06/filling-gap.html' title='Filling the Gap'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/SFj6wGOLkcI/AAAAAAAAADM/gMGTY4klP9w/s72-c/volunteers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-934676873513610757</id><published>2008-03-21T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:03:55.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem on Drink</title><content type='html'>Just have a sip of the devil's juice&lt;br /&gt;Mind fragments like a torn paper piece&lt;br /&gt;Body organs cry where is my peace?&lt;br /&gt;Lunacy prevails for all to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore heads, fluids drained, money spent&lt;br /&gt;Shun any attention because of stress&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol has made you his servant&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why you made a big mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juice creeps in your system&lt;br /&gt;Addiction is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Antics of a madman, and its all mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;by Tapiwa Zungunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-934676873513610757?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/934676873513610757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=934676873513610757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/934676873513610757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/934676873513610757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem-on-drink.html' title='Poem on Drink'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-4765660621281023995</id><published>2008-02-29T08:05:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:24:13.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even very, very cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I shuffle along the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Always shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Without purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Many years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I try to rest on the cardboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But in winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In frozen winter, is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Too cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I have to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Only I have nowhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Especially at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All shops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bookshops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Libraries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The coldest time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I fell frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seven o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is still far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Passage will be open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Day centre for homeless people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Warm place and tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everyone waiting in the queue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Since five o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Long queue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Of frozen people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wrapped up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In sleeping bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Many clothes. Is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even very, very cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everyone looks at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But 7 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seems to be forever far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;30 minutes, 20'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someone vomit behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Probably ate mouldy food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;From the bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;15'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even very, very cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someone said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A big Scottich man dies last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Police found him frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Itry to guess who he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But homeless people are so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We don't know too many names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Frozen silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who will be next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRZYSZTOF ORLOWSKI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This poem first appeared in 'Street Lights: The Voice of the Streets' (The Big Issue #780)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Republished with kind permission of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theothersidegallery.org/other_side_gallery_artists/orlowsky_christopher/outsider_art_christopher_orlowsky.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigissue.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Big Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-4765660621281023995?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4765660621281023995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=4765660621281023995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/4765660621281023995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/4765660621281023995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/frozen-silence-by-krzysztof-orlowski.html' title='Frozen Silence'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-2499742346093285357</id><published>2008-02-11T12:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:40:28.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Improving your English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R8P8oCTTD-I/AAAAAAAAACY/5mXgIuxF_n8/s1600-h/judith.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171254561894240226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R8P8oCTTD-I/AAAAAAAAACY/5mXgIuxF_n8/s320/judith.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! My name is &lt;strong&gt;Sister Judith&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.filles-de-la-charite.org/en/contact.aspx"&gt;Daughter of Charity&lt;/a&gt; who works in The Passage as a volunteer. My background in teaching in a Infant School, then Secondary School and finally coaching overseas students. For the past three years I have been teaching English as a foreign language and also helping people who want to improve their language skills. Hopefully, this will help people who want to get back into work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language is all about communicating. The better the communication skills, the better the chances of finding and keeping a job. I have learned a lot by working in The Passage, both from the staff and from the clients. Actually, it was one of the clients who introduced me to the Cambridge University Press &lt;a href="http://www.cambridge.org/elt/cge/cge/index.asp"&gt;grammar books&lt;/a&gt;. He had bought one and was so enthusiastic that it changed my approach too. Another thing I have learned was that when people have problems, the very fact of finding a new interest and new friends helps them to work through the problems, or at least to bear them. Concentrating on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; does the rest. This is how we work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer one-to-one tuition for a 45 minute lesson. The clients choose a time from 09.30 to 12.30 or 14.00 to 16.15. As other people use the room I am only able to offer three and a half days per week - all day Monday, Thursday and Friday, and afternoons on a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tuition combines a three-fold approach; phonetics - the sounds of the language; vocabulary - the meaning; and grammar - how to use the language. I use a combination of all three and find the Cambridge University Press books very helpful. Over the last three years we have seen people of many nationalities; Czechs, Colombians, Congolese, Eritreans, French, German, Italian, Latvians, Lithuanians, Pakistani, Polish, Slovaks and many others. Over the past three years I have accumulated twelve foreign language dictionaries, and that still isn't always adequate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British people also come to catch up on schooling they have missed or simply to improve their skills generally. Many of my present students come through The Passage for only a short time, others stay around for longer and if they attend the classes on a fairly regular basis we can achieve a good standard. What is on offer is tuition from very basic to advanced level, using a variety of material that is fun as well as challenging. I believe that we learn when we really want to, so I try to make the lessons enjoyable. There is a real partnership and even a friendship going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who would like to take on this challenge can approach the Education, Training &amp;amp; Employment (&lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/ete/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) team at The Passage and they will direct you to the classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-2499742346093285357?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/2499742346093285357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=2499742346093285357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/2499742346093285357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/2499742346093285357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/improving-your-english.html' title='Improving your English'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R8P8oCTTD-I/AAAAAAAAACY/5mXgIuxF_n8/s72-c/judith.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-4215379565248090394</id><published>2008-02-07T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:18:56.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Writes of Passage Goes Global!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R6r21ITMsVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GesAVJwcG0E/s1600-h/writesofpassagemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164211315355201874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R6r21ITMsVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GesAVJwcG0E/s320/writesofpassagemap.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the Writes of Passage moved online in, our readership has spread across the globe. Here is a map to show where people are reading The Writes of Passage. As you can see, we need to work on Russia, China and South America...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-4215379565248090394?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/4215379565248090394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=4215379565248090394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/4215379565248090394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/4215379565248090394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/02/writes-of-passage-goes-global.html' title='Writes of Passage Goes Global!'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R6r21ITMsVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GesAVJwcG0E/s72-c/writesofpassagemap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-293479005561809083</id><published>2008-01-04T12:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:35:35.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Imelda May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.indiestore.com/files/images/-300027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="209" alt="" src="http://www.indiestore.com/files/images/-300027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Writes of Passage top tip for 2008 is &lt;strong&gt;Imelda May&lt;/strong&gt;. Imelda played with her band at The Passage's client and volunteer Christmas parties and was kind enough to give us a copy of her superb latest CD 'Love Tattoo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imelda and the band are currently on tour with &lt;a href="http://www.joolsholland.com/about.htm"&gt;Jools Holland&lt;/a&gt;, and also informed us she should could be doing a radio session on his &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/shows/holland/"&gt;Radio 2 show&lt;/a&gt; sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.imeldamay.com/store.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear tracks from her new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Links:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=162004384"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imelda May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (MySpace page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.darrelhigham.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darrel Higham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-293479005561809083?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/293479005561809083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=293479005561809083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/293479005561809083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/293479005561809083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/imelda-may.html' title='Imelda May'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-1507679352763457016</id><published>2008-01-03T12:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:28:19.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Malawi visit excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R3zZFIHoBeI/AAAAAAAAACE/2wG5fhWTsK4/s1600-h/matt+ovc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151230755907044834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R3zZFIHoBeI/AAAAAAAAACE/2wG5fhWTsK4/s320/matt+ovc.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In October last year (2007) I had the priveledge to go to the village of Mchinji in Malawi to work with children who had rescued from trafficking. Below is some further information about the area and the project&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(image courtesy of G. Hodge (SAID))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mchinji is a rural town in Malawi, 100kms from the capital Lilongwe and a short drive from the border with Zambia. Malawi has a beautiful landscape, mainly agricultural, with 85% of the population living on the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It is in this stark environment that families are preyed upon by human traffickers. Many of them probably don’t see themselves as that, but that is what they are. They see others, especially children, as a means to an end. They place little value on human life. Many of the children trafficked to this area are trafficked to work as herd boys or on the tobacco farms. They are lured with the promise of pay to their families after one year. A deposit is usually paid to the family to convince them of the promise – the average can be as little as 10 pence. It seems impossible to us to understand how families can be tricked in this way, but often they have never heard of trafficking, their poverty makes them vulnerable and therefore the offers they receive seem like a good opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R3zYYYHoBdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lkZ0QVTQNI8/s1600-h/Mchinji+arial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151229987107898834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R3zYYYHoBdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lkZ0QVTQNI8/s320/Mchinji+arial.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Salvation Army in Mchinji became aware of the problem of trafficking and of the urgent need to help affected children and, with the support of a local businessman, set up a centre to be a safe house for trafficked children. The project has been open for just over a year and provides counseling and support to help the children deal with the trauma of their circumstances, the eventual aim being that they can be reintegrated back into their own community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;For the full write up please click &lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/malawi/mchinji.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-1507679352763457016?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1507679352763457016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=1507679352763457016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/1507679352763457016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/1507679352763457016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2008/01/matts-malawi-visit-excerpt.html' title='Matt&apos;s Malawi visit excerpt'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R3zZFIHoBeI/AAAAAAAAACE/2wG5fhWTsK4/s72-c/matt+ovc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-9209581008389411168</id><published>2007-12-17T09:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:55:32.257Z</updated><title type='text'>Matt's video from Malawi</title><content type='html'>Matt has received some photos and music from his visit to Malawi (click &lt;a href="http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-friday-19th-october-2007-matt-will.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for original blog),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your speakers up, sit back and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtesy of SAID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e4f7d296469ae24" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e4f7d296469ae24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329998666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EE44040E3FD5B551F0591B6765A18D7C9AB1936.DC8A2EBF37D84AF7D9385E4504EEA5DF17E0598%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e4f7d296469ae24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvcbBhimzWu10dqllU5CF3o_rtM8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e4f7d296469ae24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329998666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EE44040E3FD5B551F0591B6765A18D7C9AB1936.DC8A2EBF37D84AF7D9385E4504EEA5DF17E0598%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e4f7d296469ae24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvcbBhimzWu10dqllU5CF3o_rtM8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-9209581008389411168?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4e4f7d296469ae24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/9209581008389411168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=9209581008389411168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/9209581008389411168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/9209581008389411168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/matts-video-from-malawi.html' title='Matt&apos;s video from Malawi'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-7041112078676596971</id><published>2007-12-12T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:31:13.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Pilgrimage to Santiago De Compostela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R1_Ytqfz1YI/AAAAAAAAABs/50iZEVBvZ8M/s1600-h/pilgrimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067578493818242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R1_Ytqfz1YI/AAAAAAAAABs/50iZEVBvZ8M/s320/pilgrimage.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31 August ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14 September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Padraig Regan, CM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/journals/padraig2.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to read Padraig's journal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James#A_major_Christian_pilgrimage_route"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camino pilgrimage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; had attracted me for more than ten years. I was looking for an opportunity to take this 1000-year pilgrim path. I was also looking for a congenial companion who would make the pilgrimage by bicycle (I have an injured ankle). I found my man in Paddy Walsh and we were to celebrate our 49th anniversary of our meeting (3 Sep 1958 the evening we joined the Vincentian Community) on the Camino. Paddy’s family made me a present of a splendid new bicycle to substitute for the one – a sprinter and a banger, and not a long-distance candidate - I have used for almost fifteen years in London. No one bothers to steal it." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Further reading: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Way_of_St._James"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Way of St. James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csj.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Confraternity of Saint James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-7041112078676596971?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7041112078676596971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=7041112078676596971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/7041112078676596971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/7041112078676596971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/12/padraig-pilgrimage-to-santiago-de.html' title='Pilgrimage to Santiago De Compostela'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/R1_Ytqfz1YI/AAAAAAAAABs/50iZEVBvZ8M/s72-c/pilgrimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-3619718759679324916</id><published>2007-11-21T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:23:10.562Z</updated><title type='text'>St James's Park: 6.30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thelondonpaper.com/cs/Satellite?blobcol=urldata&amp;amp;blobkey=id&amp;amp;blobtable=MungoBlobs&amp;amp;blobwhere=1157256153000&amp;amp;ssbinary=true"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="160" alt="" src="http://www.thelondonpaper.com/cs/Satellite?blobcol=urldata&amp;amp;blobkey=id&amp;amp;blobtable=MungoBlobs&amp;amp;blobwhere=1157256153000&amp;amp;ssbinary=true" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I took this photo using the Canon Rebel XT digital camera with a 5 second time lapse at the 'pelican roost' at St James's Park. Hope you like it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dave P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original link to &lt;a href="http://www.thelondonpaper.com/cs/Satellite/london/talk/article/1157149745696?packedargs=aid%3D1157149745696%26suffix%3DArticleController"&gt;londonpaper.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-3619718759679324916?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/3619718759679324916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=3619718759679324916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/3619718759679324916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/3619718759679324916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/11/st-jamess-park-630am.html' title='St James&apos;s Park: 6.30am'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-1443255768298397156</id><published>2007-10-15T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:24:12.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's visit to Mchinji (Child Anti-Trafficking Project)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/RxNpfvwC6BI/AAAAAAAAABk/-T9CPNH6K58/s1600-h/malawi+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121553195365230610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/RxNpfvwC6BI/AAAAAAAAABk/-T9CPNH6K58/s320/malawi%2Bmap.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday 19th October 2007, Matt will be going to Malawi to work with the Mchinji community to respond to the issue of child trafficking at the Zambia/Malawi border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be there for 8 days and will be part of an 8 person team helping the staff at the project in very practical ways. Such as landscaping, gardening, building and the finer art of curtain making etc. The accommodation for the week will be the Kayesa Inn. This is just opposite the childrens home and will make spending time with the kids very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week, whilst not very long, will give us an insight into the situations faced by children trafficked into slavery in Africa. It happens in the UK too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="222" alt="[malawi+building.jpg]" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dn6XdDotUSA/RxNQLLNlm0I/AAAAAAAAABo/PSEaAx-4sW4/s1600/malawi%2Bbuilding.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-1443255768298397156?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/1443255768298397156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=1443255768298397156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/1443255768298397156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/1443255768298397156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-friday-19th-october-2007-matt-will.html' title='Matt&apos;s visit to Mchinji (Child Anti-Trafficking Project)'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/RxNpfvwC6BI/AAAAAAAAABk/-T9CPNH6K58/s72-c/malawi%2Bmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-7084799125113819746</id><published>2007-10-11T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:00:49.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighton Trip: 3 October 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/Rw4KgfwC5_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qqswb57beug/s1600-h/seagull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120041379761940466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/Rw4KgfwC5_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qqswb57beug/s320/seagull.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week The Passage &amp;amp; Barclays organised a day trip to Brighton. What people don't know is that LLoyd is a budding photographer. He took many photos of the day - here's a selection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/images/brighton_03102007/1.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/images/brighton_03102007/2.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/images/brighton_03102007/3.jpg"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/images/brighton_03102007/4.jpg"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody would like to write a few words about the day out in Brighton, please send them to: &lt;a href="mailto:writes@passage.org.uk"&gt;writes@passage.org.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to BARCLAYS for their ongoing support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-7084799125113819746?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7084799125113819746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=7084799125113819746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/7084799125113819746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/7084799125113819746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/10/brighton-trip-3-october-2007.html' title='Brighton Trip: 3 October 2007'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/Rw4KgfwC5_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Qqswb57beug/s72-c/seagull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203703285736760364.post-6084420937676015901</id><published>2007-09-27T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:45:42.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Thought I Could Fly"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is our first contribution to the blog. Bryan Morrison is a client of The Passage, and has previously contributed to Writes of Passage (see: &lt;a href="http://www.writesofpassage.org.uk/pastissues/WOP15frontpage.pdf"&gt;Issue #15&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Thought I Could Fly"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be such a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His own field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of his hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every stone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A beetle rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of dung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Towards its home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is cursed to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And die alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If a snake should break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its poisoned fang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it must starve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And wither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I thought that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan Morrison and Antonio (from Portugal)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-6084420937676015901?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/6084420937676015901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=6084420937676015901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/6084420937676015901'/><link rel='self' 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We hope to have material uploaded shortly, and thank you for your patience in the meantime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you wish to contribute, please contact: &lt;a href="mailto:writes@passage.org.uk"&gt;writes@passage.org.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203703285736760364-7896980508436108694?l=blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/feeds/7896980508436108694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203703285736760364&amp;postID=7896980508436108694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/7896980508436108694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203703285736760364/posts/default/7896980508436108694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwritesofpassage.blogspot.com/2007/06/welcome-to-writes-of-passage-blog.html' title='Welcome to the &apos;Writes of Passage&apos; blog'/><author><name>The Writes of Passage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15321781407321183976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='11' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p8w9bGiejgY/RoJo8UyZM3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ix6kPWieCnA/s320/header.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fh6Jib9nSD8/RtKmwM8mS2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/FuaRkwjCA98/s72-c/header%5B1%5D.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
