(I started writing this on Wednesday, as a way to sort out the heaviness on my heart,last night my Uncle John’s life came to its end, and he is nowfree from pain, and resting in peace.) I wonder my friend,…
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Taking notice of the rise of the morning sun as it lights the bird feeder, just so making it appear as though someone has left a light on for comfort I could spend my time thinking up new ways to tell you I love you that…
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Currently what I am reading is A Taste of Power by Elaine Brown one woman’s story of resistance and resilience of, for the most part, young disenfranchised inspired people coming up in the Black Panther organization while also last night revisiting the remarkable…
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As the beauty of the sparkly sunshine suddenly turns to a more colour- less kind of sky snowflakes increase in velocity and a cold brisk wind begins to nip I have just stopped for counsel with the morning dove the dove represents peace of the deepest kind, I…
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Maybe we did need to learn math, for a reason… as how then do we propose to care about the world that seems determined to set its sights upon the brutish, brash image of division where the much determined divisives differentiate themselves by louder than bravado multiplying volatility armoured in…
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This morning I look at the Isle of Lewis and the standing stones of Callanish where one legend has them as the remnants of giants turned to stone and I think of placing one’s palm just there and breathing this in I find myself a…
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This morning, I am quiet, contented joy with the most incredible bout of loving kindness bubbling up inside (*slight alteration in moods may occur, which is why I am telling you here) this then, is how this sort of thing begins last week, I sent a…
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When I am being frivolous as today, I spend my time looking at beautiful things, like sunshine on the snow, how it sparkles magically deceiving us into thinking how lovely it would be to put our footprints down never minding the ghastly windchill and how it might…
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This morning, I’m awake too early still feeling myself to be in that sort of unknown kind of place the lump in my throat holds the gathering of tears, maybe I’m afraid yet to fully let go it always comes as such hard thing,…
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It’s like that you know, I will tell this friend it just comes every so often, and January well yes, there is that… I know, anxiety starts to act up, considers itself most important of thought churns things up in a constant motion makes for rather…
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