Mindfulness
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There was a time in July/August of last year when I was going through a pretty significant mental spiralling, down down and down. I was plagued by the bleak thoughts of self criticism, self sabotage, blame and self loathing, all things I realise I have been carrying since childhood, and all things triggered by events…
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I can’t write anything new That has never been said before 130 million books before me Words by the billion reverberating on the internet What price for originality What burden does it carry? Trying to be new Yet this heart is unique and these hands that type stem from it And they see you And…
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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. True. Soul. Energy. Life. Feeling. Bliss again. Just writing. Fingers pounding. Not making Sense, of…
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Are beautiful aren’t they….but not very useful Unless we remember the bees Sometimes flowers don’t make sense What do they give us, when survival matters No food, nor sustinence Just colour Just joy Just beauty Just the moment To watch, and slow down Look at the flowers, say the mystics Look at just one, every…
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Something to do, somewhere to go, something to worry about, something now, something then, something tomorrow, something near, something far away, something someone else said, did, or didn’t do, something, there’s always something Something to feel guilty about, something to feel concern about, someone to please, someone to be responsible for, something to react to,…
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Can I confess something to you? I used to think all this was rubbish too. I fell into a trap of my own doing. Therapy was for weak people Thats what I thought. I didn’t need help, I helped others Critical of the sitting ‘doing colouring’ phenomenon of a few years back Id rather stay…
James Ballantyne 