So back from a few pub trips by now and I’m rewarded by the return of conversation from an 11yr old who has not lost the art of conversation, can add her own wit to an otherwise ordinary day and create unexpected forms of conversation. More than that, far from staying with the drift of the art of conversation those meanderings and incidental meetings have conjured previous contemplations of the art of life. Metaphysical, existential – yes. Meaningful? You never can really tell. But subsequent posts will be dwelling on the ‘hidden art of life’.
Bear with me, I wrote the article and its too lengthy for here, so mini series a la ‘docu Joanna thought life’ is on the way!
