James Ballantyne

Healing

  • Who’s telling who?

    Who is it speaking? And who is it listening? Who is it hearing? and who is communicating? What happens when ‘I tell myself’ Who is the I, and who is the myself and who is the one that sees this… Continue reading

  • Deckchairs.

    No not these ones. You know the ones I mean. Not the beach ones, the ones that get filled with sand, or get fought over by those who’ve paid the tourist tax to hire then on a British cloudy (but… Continue reading

  • Nothing new, something True

    I can’t write anything new That has never been said before 130 million books before me Words by the billion reverberating on the internet What price for originality What burden does it carry? Trying to be new Yet this heart… Continue reading

  • Flow

    Writing words. It’s Started again. Writing. Writing. The mind goes clear, the fog lift and the words come out again. Truth. Hope. Love. Wonder. Words. Feel. Alive. Soul gives. Hope springs. Forth. Writing. Writing. Making. Shaping. Creating. Meaning. Trying. Giving.… Continue reading

  • Soul Words

    There’s so so many words around nowadays There’s so many places to write, comment and react Pictures to write tag lines Hashtags to gain attention Words dictated, words described Words The Noise of words And if i’m not careful, here’s… Continue reading

  • I’m Glad my Mom Died

    ..is a raw, heartfelt, inspiring book. It’s about the way in which the unconscious expectations are placed on a child, it’s the story of how a child, then teenager, Jeannette McCurdy, has to resist growing up to maintain the fantasy… Continue reading

    I’m Glad my Mom Died