Tag Archives: Love

A Song of Love

Posted on July 4, 2022 by julianstodd

I sang to my daughter this weekend, for the very first time in her life. I held her in my arms and she just fixed her eyes on mine and listened. But it took me nine months to get to … Continue reading →

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My Son

Posted on April 17, 2019 by julianstodd

I write this with my son in my arms: just a few days old, pressed to my chest, a new life, carried into this world by his incredible mother, and through the expertise, dedication, and kindness of our midwives and … Continue reading →

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New York: Motion

Posted on March 31, 2015 by julianstodd

Motion: blurs, smeared light, purpose and momentum, jostling for position around the pillars of glass and brick. The city provides conduits, spaces to inhabit, walls to the maze, but the purpose is lived out in movement. An ever blending torment … Continue reading →

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New York: Separation

Posted on March 30, 2015 by julianstodd

“I left him“, she said, walking slowly in the brilliant sunshine, “last month“, as she passed by where i was sitting, on one of the benches on the Highline, sipping my coffee. “But i’ve met someone“, slightly breathless, the cable … Continue reading →

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The Point of Books. Not just Facebook.

Posted on January 6, 2015 by julianstodd

A somewhat unfair media reaction today to Mark Zuckerberg’s assertion that books can be great, “allowing you to fully explore a topic and immerse yourself in a deeper way“. I’m all for books all for people who espouse their virtues: … Continue reading →

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Resolution: the hardest road

Posted on September 2, 2014 by julianstodd

Swarthy, thickset and boasting tattoos upon his tattoos, themselves layered around the scars, the man next to me turned to his son, a little bruiser sporting jeans and baseball cap, and asked the question, “What do you do when someone … Continue reading →

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For the love of books

Posted on July 11, 2014 by julianstodd

Despite the rush as i left the house, i still found time to dash back upstairs to grab a book. But which to take? Two sat on my desk: Clark Quinn’s new book on ‘innovation‘ or Slash’s biography? Now, Clark’s … Continue reading →

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Haight Ashbury’s Hippies: Permission to think differently

Posted on June 19, 2014 by julianstodd

Even ten years ago, people wore ties. I still have one somewhere, an unpleasant orange affair with a few loose threads, part of a uniform worn by millions as they trudged to work to sit in their cubicle and pushed … Continue reading →

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The location of stories

Posted on May 21, 2014 by julianstodd

Cath and I have escaped to a caravan for the week to complete the writing and rehearsal of a new idea i’m working on around ‘creativity, co-creation and agility‘. We’re running a workshop in two weeks time that will cross … Continue reading →

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A Valentine of loves and loss

Posted on February 14, 2014 by julianstodd

A day for love, but not everyone feels it: whilst some people struggle to open their doors for piles of cards, others wait idly by for the postman, destined to spend the night alone. Which is what i’ll be doing … Continue reading →

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