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Eyes read, what the heart bleeds.
I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting… Continue reading
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Hand in Hand, Soul by Soul
Come take a walk with me, Walk through my suffering, Walk through my quiet silencing, Walk with me, and share my story Walk with me, so I get to talk too Hand in hand, Soul by Soul. Come take a… Continue reading
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Passing Places
Ive just come back from a week holiday away in the gorgeously delightful tiny village of Port Appin, on the west coast of Scotland, almost equidistant between Oban and Fort William. I wrote lots, and read less, but didnt write… Continue reading
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Broken Shells and Cliches.
Forgive the slightly meandering nature of this piece of writing, I may be writing out loud some of my inner musings over the last few weeks and months as it feels like a long time I’ve written, maybe not for… Continue reading
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Slow Growth
From being chopped down, Suppressed. Real growth from raw exposure. Takes time. And vulnerably reaches earnestly for the light. Collecting a community of nutrients. Just like nature, You are the universe. Continue reading
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The Lies on Trumans Wall.
Im definitely not going to be the first person to give some thought to the themes in the film ‘The Truman Show’ which was released in 1997 (I think), in fact on of my best friends wrote her Masters thesis… Continue reading
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Standing on lovers shoulders.
I’ve read too many words, To be able to say something new, Or something original. Yet what I can do, Is continue, The soul language, From the dawning of time. That radiates through, All of life, And All of words.… Continue reading
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When we take care of them, they take care of us.
As I walked home from town the other day, I noticed the sad sight of this butterfly on the pavement in front of me. Nearly dead. Prematurely dead on concrete that wasn’t its destiny. I walked past at first, my… Continue reading
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Will you be brave and give love a chance?
One of the reasons we men dont want to deal with our shit is because we dont believe we have the capacity to love ourselves. In many scenarios, whether from driven, neglectful, absent or collusive, abusive parents, Love was absent,… Continue reading
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Hello darkness……friend….not monster.
Hello darkness, my old friend. I wrote in the first line of my journal this morning, as if I was channelling the ghost of Simon and Garfunkel and trying desperately not to rewrite the song as the outpouring of what… Continue reading
James Ballantyne
The Universe conspires to help the dreamer
Paulo Coelho
Life is a Journey paved with Love
James Ballantyne 