Healing
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The Sickness I was fed up of being in.
Therapy and Walks. Thats basically what I was doing for about 2 months, late 2023. And writing at weekends, using coloured pens and writing out the tiny starting shoots of a story, in the safe space of the bookstore coffee… Continue reading
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Finding the Presence.
Human, Wanderer, Traveller, Friend: May these words find you well, May you breathe them in. Sense them as you sit here and rest a while. And find yourself indwelling presence, and may it be something like this: Presence as being… Continue reading
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The Last Judgement.
The last judgement is the day we’re no longer afraid to be alive again, it when we come back to our real state , our divine self, where we feel a communion of love with everything in existence (Don Miguel… Continue reading
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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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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
James Ballantyne 