Camel’s lilting, melancholic and epic instrumental, Ice is among my favourite pieces of music. Discovered on a late-night college radio station in 1979 in Rochester, New York, it stands out on the album I Can See Your House From Here (despite the DJ’s touting of Remote Romance as, “Best on […]
Helpless in our anger Courage borne of anger Delivers none from sorrow. Anger begets violence Upon body, mind and spirit. Violence begets harm. Harm begets sorrow. On victim and Instigator alike. Ever so, this cycle of suffering, Helpless in our anger.
Staci’s poem, Be Silent ~ Be True ~ Just Be put this song into my head, where it stuck, begging a journey to YouTube while fiddling with internet tasks. In a long list of renditions there, this recording stood out. It’s quieter than the original studio recording, purer, with just […]
What Sarah McLachlan sings about in Good Enough, with such an achingly sorrowful voice, is an all-too common story. We often learn as children to understand that we’re not good enough, that we should be happy with whatever expressions we can find that seem to express love. Perhaps we learn […]
The use of force is a last resort. One aspect of violence is that it is unpredictable. Although your initial intention may be to use limited force, once you have engaged in violence the consequences are unpredictable. Violence always brings about unexpected results and almost always provokes retaliation.
The transformative moment for any loss comes when we realise we’ve moved from grieving for what we no longer have to reliving the joy we experienced when we had it. This is the bitter-sweet moment in the transformation from bitter to sweet. And while tears will flow either side of […]
Traces of Me I fire arrows into the night Never knowing if they strike their mark Until the light of morning When they cannot be found Still, I do not know Traces of me lay hidden In the darkness that is you
A few friends of mine and I were having a rough go of it. Love, work, friends and family — circumstances — all these and more seemed to be making every effort to diminish us. The wisdom of loving brilliance When your wisdom is lost on the fool, Do not […]
During an energy healing session with my chiropractor, the feeling of being bound arose: physically, emotionally and spiritually. From that session arose this poem.
This poem began with just the first line and the idea that being a spiritual being comes down to ‘bridging the gaps’ between body, mind and soul. As three became one, One grew into a paean to the ongoing global spiritual awakening.