soul
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The First Note
A Participative Imagining Pause with me. In the breath. Imagine with me. In the moment. Let’s go somewhere. Lets wonder. Lets travel to the place where the question unanswerable lingers in the soul. feel this with me: Which two things… Continue reading
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Eat, Train, Love (Part 2)
Unexpected Cologne, heaviness of Hamburg. Im writing this at the beginning of my day 3, sitting in the lobby area of the delightful hostel I’m in just next to Hamburg dbf railway station. My first hostel experience, and they have… Continue reading
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I am not I
I am not I. Continue reading
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Eros, Mother of Life
Eros, Mother of LifeThe Force that had brought us here. It constantly kindles in usThe frame of beauty. The desire for the beautifulOn a path towards growth and transcendence. Eros, the mother of lifeThe force of divine presence. Kindling flowers… Continue reading
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The Sickness I was fed up of being in.
Therapy and Walks. Thats basically what I was doing for about 2 months, late 2023. And writing at weekends, using coloured pens and writing out the tiny starting shoots of a story, in the safe space of the bookstore coffee… Continue reading
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Eyes read, what the heart bleeds.
I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 