James Ballantyne

Journey

  • Paths are made for feeling.

    (My words normal. Italics John O Donohue. )Every time you leave homeAnother road takes youInto a world you were never in. Pilgrimage, an oft used word. Traveller on a sacred path. Internal External. Concurrent. New Stranger on other paths awaitNew… Continue reading

  • Your Soul is never not Beautiful.

    Your Soul is never not beautifulExcept in the carcass thoughts of a fractured mindThat cant bear to be seenFrom the outside, or from within.For what it is. Your soul is never not beautifulFor she dances in puddles in red welly… Continue reading

  • Arrival…(How do you know)

    How do you know……. You’ve Arrived. Trains pull in to stations predicted by one arrivals board. 20 departures ones. Arrival almost incidental. People get off, but people leaving more important. Going somewhere else. Need to know where they are going.… Continue reading

  • Take what you Need (18/06/26)

    I wrote these 25 random sentences today.  As heart and soul dumps on Substack, some of which started in my journal today.  Take what you need.  Let me know what resonated for you in the comments, and if you like… Continue reading

  • Arousal of Life

    It wasn’t just the dolphins.However wonder lusting we were about them. It wasn’t just the puffins. However much they performed their adorable cuteness. It was the space between. From Dolphins just of the harbourTo the island. There was time. Time… Continue reading

  • When the old burns away.

    It’s when the story doesnt make sense any more. It held you for so long. Safe. ItMadeSense. The Story of how you were made.The Story of what you are to fight for.The Story that can house you within thoughts you… Continue reading

    When the old burns away.