The daily grind (because there is a cost), kids to school, partners to work, bills to be paid, all those meetings to attend. Those ever increasing deadlines at work. Those folks that said they would do something and didn’t. The shop that just closed in spite of all effort to get there before that time....
So as we grow up, my view of the world says that we are educated around three main topics, EGO, Fear and Greed. You wanted to be on the winning team – EGO. You must be seen with the “A” Crowd – EGO. What you say is right, damn the rest – EGO. You must...
When born, the child knows not much of the physical experience. • The Love of the Mother, the experience of the warmth of touch. • The feel of the fresh breeze on the cheek. • The warmth of the Sun on the face. • The sound of laughter and joy. The feel of celebration. But...
Who do you represent? (seems more and more, that it is not the people, if not then who?) Who dictates your “duties” and why? (what do they tell you are your duties, is it still about keeping the public safe or not? Or is it about money?) Is what you are being asked to do...
So why then would anyone bother to take of these shields, this mask covering the face? If indeed it is mostly a journey of pain, gently scraping back the layers that have almost become cast as if clay, why? Because this gift called life, should never be wasted. Only taking on board others thoughts, those...
For a long time, noise constantly at you. Throughout your Life, you have been. So loud that no other song could have possibly made it in. For it was education, work, family, paying the debts, the Life crammed so full that no hint of anything else could arrive. Until on that faithful day a question...
In those famous words that we all know so well, yet don't spend the time we should thinking about them ..... "all we need is love". Love of ourselves Love for the quiet times, the time to go inside and just breath. Love for our family and friends, without reservation, just because we choose to....
For just a sec, take a minute and pause. Imagine a pot on the boil. Filled to the brim with promise, creation, being caressed by the flame licking in the breeze at the bottom. Left for ages to simmer away. Gently the impurities are released. Bad elements evaporate out of the mix. Often what remains...
It arrived, into a conversation being taken recently. “Oh that is just Human Nature” with reference to the hurt and casual disregard of those actions laid at the feet of “Human Nature”. Having pondered much, there is much insight in these cast a ways, this one not being in isolation. For we abstain from truth,...
Such beauty, such promise, such a gift given, and yet so much waste A tipping point, due any day, is before this place we call home. Money, the way we are told we have to transact - rotten to the core. No value anywhere, just a game of lights and trickery. Fossil fuel consumption, the...
