May my footsteps be light, leaving a print that is gentle and kind, but with purpose also. May I have understood what it is to have lived humbly upon my home. Focused in each moment to move deliberately, yet with Grace. When the step landed just right, the print was where and when it was...
Life, there can never be a middle path. For as much as we might try to avoid, “experience” still comes close. Sometimes the highs so high that for a period, even breathing difficult, in the most delightful way. Those that dwarf even the highest. Those that, when looking back, stand with so, so much depth,...
Let the new focus arrive to you. If only for a moment please come inside. For before you most marvelous of experiences. Breath, slow down the function required, be still inside. Take the time to clear your mind. For you need centered, right now, the place to be. Read now these words literately slowly. Then...
When thought allowed to run, the model of Freedom often directed to the Western model of Life, it is. Free to do as I like, purchase what I want, that next experience, go where I want. And yet perhaps in this thought hides, a more bitter future than apparent at first glance. For isn't it...
With noise pounding into your life, it seems, from every possible angle. The media, your school, the web, all those apps, the bank manager, your peers, the noise and pressures you place on yourself. It is a wonder that so many survive this thing we are sold is Life. The interesting consideration is of course,...
Now from a different perspective applied. Those with sight can see a twisted floor, yet that is not true. So even inside our limited ability, tricks can be played to change our version of Reality. More, for those without sight this picture affects them not, nor would the floor if they were to walk on...
It’s coming now, returning on our behalf as it has done perhaps hundreds or millions of times. So subtle that from day to day year to year, it’s arrival not noticed. Until reviewed back from a lofty place, it remains undetectable. And then only for those with the eyes to see. Layer upon layer, slowly,...
A better witness to the richness of life, could want for no other. Upon reflection, so much love not to be contained here for long. As though you knew time was short, crammed more in than legions do. Extreme you lived, often to the extreme of Love committed. Normal to be in the whirlwind that...
Everything firm now made unstable. What was solid before moves away if you turn to rely upon as you did yesterday. For now we enter a time of much disruption. For those that know now what they do have already set sail to shores yet to be identified. But they know what they do and...
Nature knows nothing of fixed or held fast. It tries not to hold onto itself. Rather it flows inside the miracle that this place provides it to exist at all. For Nature is not the source it is the result, you see. It dances to the tunes of old, before time. Constantly caressing itself, changing...
