fear
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The Last Death (is never the final one, nor the first)
Right now my head is spinning. Right now my head is terrorised. Right now it’s pounding and pounding. High alert signals protrude into every other moment. Head raging. Head spinning. Pulsing into high alert. I want it to stop. I… Continue reading
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Silent Stories have Guards.
Silent Stories have guards. The ones that cannot be told. Wrap themselves Hide themselves Find a dark place And without permission Without choice Build their fortress. Build their army. Hidden to protect. Hidden to fester. Hidden to haunt. The story… Continue reading
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Learning to love myself…
Over on Substack, I have been writing a series on how I have learned to love myself over the last 6-7 years, please do subscribe to me there, as it is where I do most of my writing. The most… 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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The Invitation
Because in this moment There is nothing to fear Just you And what is. The water, the stones, the reflection That, is , what, is here If you are here. Truly really here Notice the stillness And do not be… Continue reading
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God is the God of the Brave (Advent week 1)
In amongst the usual stuff I write about, I thought I would share over the next few weeks, as a review of the year, 4 of the stories, readings, poems, that struck me in the course of this year, as… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 