Journey
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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
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The Lies on Trumans Wall.
Im definitely not going to be the first person to give some thought to the themes in the film ‘The Truman Show’ which was released in 1997 (I think), in fact on of my best friends wrote her Masters thesis… Continue reading
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When we take care of them, they take care of us.
As I walked home from town the other day, I noticed the sad sight of this butterfly on the pavement in front of me. Nearly dead. Prematurely dead on concrete that wasn’t its destiny. I walked past at first, my… Continue reading
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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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When Healing words do (and don’t) matter.
A piece on the words of healing. Continue reading
James Ballantyne 