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This blog takes its title from the fact that kindness originally meant being kin, or kindred, or of the same kind – a reminder that we are all humankind. I post regularly on Friday. Enter your email address below to Follow and receive each post direct to your inbox. A Few Kind Words is now also on Substack if you prefer to read it there: https://substack.com/@jamiejauncey.
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Buen camino (I)
At five am in the Galician countryside it’s very dark. We felt like the only people in the world as we walked down the lane from our hotel. The sky was full of stars, a dog barked distantly and we … Continue reading
Travellers’ tales
This time next week I’ll be in the Galician town of Sarria, preparing for the first of six days’ walking along the Camino de Santiago. Santiago, of course, is Saint James, after whom I’m named – though it was a … Continue reading
Indian elephant
I’m back eating dinner at the Leela Kempinski again, overlooking the Gurgaon toll, that winking 32-lane monument to Indian prosperity. Two things are different this time (see earlier post). First, I’m not reading Rosemary Sutcliff (though I did watch the … Continue reading
Tagged Ganesha, Gurgaon, Haryana, India, Rosemary Sutcliff, The Eagle
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Striking a balance
In a working week whose patterns are largely consistent only in their inconsistency, I have two regular punctuation marks. Both occur on Thursday. One is writing this blog, which I tend to do late Thursday afternoon (the fact that it … Continue reading
Tagged Boilerhouse, Calisthenics, leadership, Tim Rich
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Overconnected
Hyper-connectivity is not a word I’d heard until yesterday lunch-time, or if I had, it hadn’t registered. It has now. I was listening to three writers talking on Radio 4 about how our lives are being affected by our unprecedented … Continue reading
Repent, repent
Alone in a glass case in the Church section at the back of level three of the National Museum of Scotland stand two objects which, at first glance, seem quite unexceptional. One is a square wooden chair. The other, draped … Continue reading
Other worlds
A sackcloth gown and an empty room in a disused telephone exchange might not sound much like the stuff of dreams, but the human imagination’s a wonderful thing. I’m trusting that mine is going to respond by taking me on … Continue reading
The eagle
Yesterday evening I raised my glass to Rosemary Sutcliff. It was an odd moment. I was sitting on my own in the restaurant on the sixth floor of the Leela Kempinski Hotel in Gurgaon, overlooking what my driver had proudly … Continue reading
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