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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 shop. Writing a book in a place of books and words, and in the place…
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I paused and lit a candle. Meetings over, Emails done, Groceries unpacked, Head thoughts in a variety of places Cup of tea made And in the cool grey of the cloudy afternoon light I walked slowly to the bookshelf Took out a tea light A new one. My fingers opened the matchbox Selected a match. …
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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 Ruiz, The Fifth Agreement) This is a far cry from what I grew up believing.…
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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 with expectancy. Weary limbs picking up the pen. Mind unsure. Facing the unknowingness of what…
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Come take a walk with me, Walk through my suffering, Walk through my quiet silencing, Walk with me, and share my story Walk with me, so I get to talk too Hand in hand, Soul by Soul. Come take a walk with me Walk with me as I show my workings, Walk with me as…
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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 anything here (or on my substack – if you’d like to subscribe to me there…
James Ballantyne 