Sometimes it’s a chocolate and Netflix and biscuits and duvet or too many cigarettes sort of day. We allow ourselves the luxury of not being the positive, proactive person that we were taught was the only sort of person that was worthy of love. We allow ourselves to softly and tenderly accept the invitation to sink into our lazy, sadness and pull a warm velvet blanket of deep rest around our weary hearts. We don’t always have to be shiny and bright...
Yesterday I was making my daily pilgrimage with my Hills when I came upon two sisters praying in one of my favourite spots. They prayed out loud and were quite animated at times, waving their arms and I heard the words God and Jehovah. I assume that they were of a christian denomination of some kind. I stood behind at a distance and smiled at the sacredness of the moment as the three of us were some how connected in deep...
Can you see the tree that stands all alone on the hill? How complete she seems unto herself as you hurry by. But slow down, pause a while and look again. See how her sure branches reach and merge with the light infinity of sky. See how she makes love with the gentle breeze; caressed and fondled she whispers her delight in the shimmering of her delicate leaves. See how the sun warms her and the frost adorns her; different lovers who come to...
Today I spoke to the secondary pupils at Maple Hayes Hall Dyslexia School. The title of my talk was: 'It's not what happens but how we choose to respond that counts.' I wanted them to know that despite (and perhaps because) of their challenges with reading and writing etc they can still lead happy, loved and successful lives. Thank you Jackie Tweedie for your repeated requests to the head teacher to get me in to talk. It's hard to say...
We know unequivocally that the return to peace and love and communion between man and woman is a key part of creating 'the more beautiful world that our hearts know is possible' perhaps for our selves but more importantly for the children and the generations to come. But where do we begin with this seemingly huge piece of work that needs to be done when there seems to be so much disharmony and separation between many men and women? Where...
Are you being undone too? Unraveled? Is there confusion in the mind? It seems to me that confusion in the mind arises when false and truth meet. It seems that the old lies, programming, the shackles and chains, the blinkers are falling apart, their grip is loosening and the truth is emerging more and more and because it is so radically different from what we were taught to believe it causes confusion. We have reached the edged of the map and there...
