Journey
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The letter any Narc Abuse survivor could write.
It changed my entire life when I was able to stand back, to stand in some safe distance from damaging relationships and realise what the patterns were of them. Even now, I have to remember what I know , and… Continue reading
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Writing the Rainbows
I sometimes, no, often, get myself into a spin. It happens, that when something is challenging, difficult and messy (mild words for ‘WTF is going on?’) I write. I write for myself, with words you will never see. I write… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 