James Ballantyne

creativity

  • Eyes read, what the heart bleeds.

    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… Continue reading

  • Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.

    Its the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting (Paulo Coelho) ‘Whats the dream?’ once asked my university tutor, over eight years ago. It was a question I meekly answered, along the lines of ‘to be… Continue reading

    Trauma and the Fragility of Dreams.

  • Soul Coffee with Donna

    I am not entirely sure if there are words in the dictionary to describe the events of my last three weeks, and in the main they are not for here. But let’s just say that for almost every single one… Continue reading

  • 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

  • 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

  • Pen on a Page

    Gently does it You, yes you life doesn’t work fast Time Makes Love Soft, making Of life In all its tenderness life giving wonder at the magic of it all life, noticing the leaf, the branch, the gap in between… Continue reading