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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
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Awakening to the Universe’s Song
Hidden from sight, The bird shared its song. Melody of wonderment, Melody of presence, Delight sharing in Sound alone. I couldnt see (the bird) It was only heard. Presence hidden, Shrouded, Behind the greenery of a summer filled tree Hiding… Continue reading
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Don’t just breathe….
Fellow Human, Friend, They tell you to breathe, To remember to breathe, But I say, don’t. Don’t just breathe. Stay. Rest. Dwell if you will In the house of your breath. Reside there within the oxygen life blood of your… Continue reading
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Soul Thread
The thread you cannot see, Is holding you all the same. Shrouded. Intimate. Reverent. Sacred. There. But not there. Until. You make yourself open, To know it. Yet. It is there. Is. There. Requires Your Breaking. Melts you in Being.… Continue reading
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When Healing words do (and don’t) matter.
A piece on the words of healing. Continue reading
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Inner Butterfly
What if the butterfly isnt about change, but about revealing? Continue reading
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Seeing Yourself Clearly.
There will come a day when you stop believing in your own smallness. The great collusion is over. Continue reading
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In the Nothing, There is Everything.
Reflecting on bird watching and the importance of embracing quiet moments. These pauses allow for deeper connection with nature, thoughts, and the divine, revealing profound joy and unity. Continue reading
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Finding Peace at Neros.
A little story of peace finding. Continue reading
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Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.
Its the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting (Paulo Coelho) ‘Whats the dream?’ once asked my university tutor, over eight years ago. It was a question I meekly answered, along the lines of ‘to be… Continue reading
Soul Writer
The Universe conspires to help the dreamer
Paulo Coelho
Where the wild words go.
