James Ballantyne

The Universe conspires to help the dreamer

Paulo Coelho

  • Why Speak Now?

    On two separate occasions when I was disclosing to the relevant authorities the abusive behaviour of my mother, I was asked the following question. ‘Why are you doing this now?’ It was 25 years since I had left the family… Continue reading

  • What if the story we live by, is a story we cannot tell?

    Something happened to you Something happened to you..that wasnt your fault Something happened to you…that wasnt your fault….and you had to do something as a result that you cannot talk about. Something happened to you..that wasnt your fault…and you coped… Continue reading

  • Raindrops of the Heart

    What do you notice, when you stop and look within. Memories like fragile raindrops. Dangling on the grass, delicate holding on. Cumulatively heavy, on a light blade of grass dragging it down. Yet The grass is not the raindrops And… Continue reading

  • The Stage is now Yours.

    Its time to write a different story than fit into one, already written. Its time to be your director than perform for monkeys. Its time to live as if you matter and create the story that gives you life Its… Continue reading

  • The Story I’ve waited a year to tell.

    I have waited a full year to tell you this story. It’s a personal one, but I hope a good one, and please do bear with the length of it, grab yourself a coffee or tea and strap in. Maybe… Continue reading

  • Kind One.

    Heres to you, The kind one, when others destroy The kind one, who loves, when others run Heres to you Soul Whisperer Light Shiner Hope Reflector Dancer in the rain Heres to you One who sees One who believes, in… Continue reading

  • How Richard Rohr saved my life.

    I have written before about a certain pink coloured book (link here to that post) that I consider to have changed my life, in terms of how I could see what had happened to me, and the behaviours of others.… Continue reading

  • You

    You are. And so; You are not your past You are not your regrets You are not your memories You are not your heart break You are not their projections You are not their expectations You are not their roles… Continue reading

  • The Wild Path

    With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone,… Continue reading

  • Standing On the Bridge

    Standing on the bridge As I walk on Slow step by slow step What is behind me? What is in front? What can I see? What remains hidden? What is underneath? The fall, the gaps, the fear, the height What… Continue reading

Life is a Journey paved with Love