life
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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
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The Dice.
The Gods throw the dice and how do you respond?When numbers don’t fall your wayHow do you respond When the numbers fall outside the linesOf what you thought.Of what you controlled.Of what you planned. Because. The Gods don’t care. The… Continue reading
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The Sickness.
And no one is listening. I was going to title this piece ‘ The World needs a new message’ , it’s been a title brewing for me for a few weeks. Ever since I got back from my travels. Ever… Continue reading
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The First Note
A Participative Imagining Pause with me. In the breath. Imagine with me. In the moment. Let’s go somewhere. Lets wonder. Lets travel to the place where the question unanswerable lingers in the soul. feel this with me: Which two things… Continue reading
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Nobody with No-body.
Loving myself, meant loving my body. All of it. For 40 years I felt one form of body shame or another. My innocent nakedness was shamed early by my mother. Her favourite story to tell on every occasion, even to… Continue reading
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Eat, Train, Love (Part 6)
Frankfurt, Bruges and Back (14 – 16th May) Since I finished the last part. I realised that I really only gave Frankfurt the afterglow of my day in Prague. A destination picked just to break up the journey from Prague… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 