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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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Your Soul is never not Beautiful.
Your Soul is never not beautifulExcept in the carcass thoughts of a fractured mindThat cant bear to be seenFrom the outside, or from within.For what it is. Your soul is never not beautifulFor she dances in puddles in red welly… Continue reading
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Take what you Need (18/06/26)
I wrote these 25 random sentences today. As heart and soul dumps on Substack, some of which started in my journal today. Take what you need. Let me know what resonated for you in the comments, and if you like… Continue reading
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Arousal of Life
It wasn’t just the dolphins.However wonder lusting we were about them. It wasn’t just the puffins. However much they performed their adorable cuteness. It was the space between. From Dolphins just of the harbourTo the island. There was time. Time… 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
James Ballantyne 