life
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Paths are made for feeling.
(My words normal. Italics John O Donohue. )Every time you leave homeAnother road takes youInto a world you were never in. Pilgrimage, an oft used word. Traveller on a sacred path. Internal External. Concurrent. New Stranger on other paths awaitNew… Continue reading
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Arrival…(How do you know)
How do you know……. You’ve Arrived. Trains pull in to stations predicted by one arrivals board. 20 departures ones. Arrival almost incidental. People get off, but people leaving more important. Going somewhere else. Need to know where they are going.… Continue reading
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What Butterfly Said.
I wonder. I wonder whether butterflies have been told? I wonder whether they know?If the rumour has got through to them after all these years. That they have become metaphoric. To the extreme. Pastiche. Simile. Picture. Meme. Resonance. Symbol. Awakening.… 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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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 5)
Prague to Frankfurt. This is the second attempt at writing this. The first I wrote on the train from Prague to Regensburg. But even though it said it was saving, it wasnt. So, this is being written on Friday 7am,… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 