Happy 12th Birthday Google – where would we be without you? Some hate it – I love it. From the beginning its minimalist search engine page won me over – before Google the main contender was Yahoo but I was never happy with the cluttered page and the ads etc. Google was clean, fast and [...]
Archive for the ‘Musings’ Category
There are mornings when the page is so brilliant white that to make a mark is terrifying. Sometimes the best that I can do is begin to write without thinking and allow the words to flow without any conscious meaning. The purpose is to make the mark. To blot the page. To scratch some words [...]
Liquid electric melting Through the slow burn Honey warm and soft Exploding on the tongue No fear In the seamless division Of body and breath Out and in And out again For the final time Surging through the chest White hot heart melding With the stained earth As the souls seed is sown Into the [...]
Reading a book by Joe Dispenza – Evolve Your Brain a fascinating study of how the physiology of the brain is a crucial element of the change process which makes sense of the saying, change your mind. He explains that change is actually quite challenging because many of our ways of thinking and behaviour are [...]
My paraphrase of John 15.1-11 I am the authentic source of your existence and all that is creative and abundant in your life flows from me. Sometimes it will be necessary for you to experience loss, the loss of those things that are not creative or fruitful in your life, when this is so, then [...]
Synapses snapping napping neurons into life firing along rivers of emotional soup flowing into visions of valleys swathed in verdant celebration of all that is and is to come
Grief constrains the truth twisting it into a sentimental song or a rendering of generic prose for those who choose to avert their faces. Recall becomes diffused through tears of confusion and events take on a subtle twist as they play out to a different tune to the one once remembered. Forgiveness is more a [...]
The week begins and sitting in the slow morning I breath deep. Staring through the window into the pale blue. Another day, another beginning to another week and another opportunity to live lovingly without distinction. Welcoming every experience like a child in a strangers journey. Ready to receive whatever meanders into view with arms open [...]
I rise really early on a Sunday morning. I watch the sun bleed the night into day and rejoice with the birds breaking into song. That moment before the bleeding begins, and all is still and silent, is a most precious moment. It’s a pregnant moment full of fruitful promise. As the Fly says; don’t [...]
From The Book Of Questions Vol I by Edmond Jabés (an achingly beautiful book) There is a song in the eagle’s heart, but his wings carry him elsewhere There are seasons in our lives when we have a song to sing and yet we may not be in the place where it can be sung. [...]