James Ballantyne

Reflection

  • 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

  • ‘How can I stop myself becoming like them?’

    Spiders, Clowns, Heights, Buttons, Spaces, The dark, Nuclear war, being bullied at school…. These weren’t the things I fear in most of my life. It wasnt things. It wasnt just ‘that parent’ that gave me considerable terrors. Have a read… Continue reading

    ‘How can I stop myself becoming like them?’

  • Fake grass and our emotional well being

    I grew up with a small understanding of tools. My Dad was, and still is, a very practical man, the shed and garage was full of saw, drills, spanners, screwdrivers, bits of wood, metal, nails, screws, pipes, plastic, levers, sawdust..loads… Continue reading