She writes … she writes like a battering ram, through the impenetrable. If only I…. but I don’t write that way. Or. Not. Yet. I’m not ready to write. Yet. Or so I say. But I write, here and there. Inappropriately. I appropriate other’s spaces.
If you’re not ready To forgive yourself Practice By forgiving others If you’re not ready To love yourself Practice By loving others
Why walk the path, When you can dance it?
I cut a mango this way and always think of her. So long ago. And I let her go. The mangoes here are not so sweet. A little more bitter than Australia. Or is that also just a preferential recollection of a fading memory?
The words below, Light and Shadow, weren’t so much inspired by the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote to the right, but as I began typing out a comment on the Facebook post it was attached to, these words came out instead. The MLK quote reminds me of the Hindi word, […]
A few years ago I attended a seminar called Chicrets which was something of an “Introduction to Experiencing Chi” (Chi being the Chinese term for what you might call “life force”.) It was informative, instructive and rather surprising. After a few simple exercises designed to help us recognize the sensations […]
You didn’t stop dancing because you’re depressed; You’re depressed because you stopped dancing.
The urge to write hasn’t appeared often in my life of late. Every now and again, though. A friend posted this image on Facebook with the observation, “love the simplicity of this!” Something in the image and that thought gave rise to these words.
Stones are just a metaphor, as are barbs, knives, bullets and other hurtful manifestations of perception. Metaphors pass through a clear spirit. No harm. No armor or defences required. Unless you allow your mind to manifest them.
Less and less am I concerned with what I or others perceive to be right and wrong good and evil proper and improper beautiful and ugly… These seem to me distractions from the core practices of spirituality: Experience peace Express love