How do our lives feel? Do we walk free on an open landscape, protected only by our sturdy clothes and boots, yet guided by our sense of the sun’s position
Category: love
Celebrating the LightCelebrating the Light
“May you be blessed With the spirit of the season, which is peace, The gladness of the season, which is hope, And the heart of the season, which is love.”
It’s a liquid?It’s a liquid?
“It’s a liquid?” “Well, I’d say it’s a kind of liquid” “Because?“ “Because it’s warm and flows?” “And rises?” “Yes. Rises like a warm liquid rises.” “Could it not be a gas?”
How to make a living as a writerHow to make a living as a writer
It wasn’t her real name but close enough. An author’s nom de plume. Still, seeing it at the end of the printed article gave her a thrill. Every time. I
BittersweetBittersweet
The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with
ChaliceChalice
“Empty your mind… empty yourself…you are nothing and nowhere… just floating in the embrace of the universe…” It is a nice idea and one I have heard at the start
The Entered Dragon (1)The Entered Dragon (1)
Like waking within a dream – or, at least, the point where the lucidity begins… I turn my head in the small theatre, expecting others to be smiling, if not
Sensory Deprivation?Sensory Deprivation?
I was no more than five years old. We were staying with one of my great-grandmothers for a while. She was an old lady by that point, with a sharp
A sense of homeA sense of home
I spent the afternoon with my great grandparents. The fact that their ashes were scattered to the winds over thirty years ago seemed irrelevant. My home, a place they never
Land of the HeartLand of the Heart
This is a self-help exercise I developed recently. I call it ‘Land of the Heart’ It’s an exercise that involves the surrender of the small self that feels so much
Vexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexityVexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexity
We’re visiting relatives. It’s friendly. We have a light meal and some cake to follow. But then someone mentions Brexit and a cold frost descends on the room… My wife
Vexed by the TribeVexed by the Tribe
I am vexed… It’s a word you don’t hear much, now. Old English, I believe. It describes an agitated state of mind – and possibly body – when something nagging
Primal ScreenPrimal Screen
Somewhere in the frontal cortex of our brains there’s a very special junction – a place where we learned to do something truly different with our minds… Let’s call it
Only a Horse and a SwordOnly a Horse and a Sword
We become habitual in our thinking. It’s a good idea (and fun) to play little games with our mind to help us look at things differently. One of these is
The Way to Dusty Death?The Way to Dusty Death?
We were in Ulverston, Dean and I. We’d just climbed the famous ‘Hoad’ – a tall monument on the top of a tall hill that looks like a lighthouse… but
“The best day, ever” in Eden“The best day, ever” in Eden
They were watching me from the side of a steep bank that frames the inner edge of a huge surface of concrete which will soon be Eden North, replicating –
Dancing with the ghost in the machineDancing with the ghost in the machine
If you’ve ever been involved with anything of an ‘amateur dramatic’ nature, you will know that moment: the protagonist, hated until the final few moments (when the greater picture is
North-easterly: Legends…North-easterly: Legends…
There are many stories associated with the castles of the Northumbrian coastline, some historical, others apocryphal, but it is often buried within the myths and legends that some fragment of
Magic carpet…Magic carpet…
“I dunno… It’s still not right.” “I did it exactly as you said this time.” “Even so, there’s something missing…” My son has once again asked me to do
Sparks of light…Sparks of light…
Bonfire night. In Britain, it is celebrated on November 5th every year to commemorate the death of Guy Fawkes. He was the conspirator charged with lighting the fuse on the
A Circle of Hands by Alethea KehasA Circle of Hands by Alethea Kehas
Reblogged from Not Tomatoes: I have been thinking about harmony and unity. About how, over the course of hundreds, if not thousands of years, we have moved away from the
A Bibliomantic Tale IX…A Bibliomantic Tale IX…
* * Our encounter with Dyffryn Ardudwy on the previous day had whetted our prehistoric appetite. The challenge now was to find a suitable site on our journey back en-route
A Bibliomantic Tale VII…A Bibliomantic Tale VII…
* Harlech Castle * “Patrick McGoohan’s, ‘The Prisoner’, displays many thematic similarities to Franz Kafka’s, ‘The Castle’ and ‘The Trial’.” Authority Pages One-Five-Two and One-Five-Three * No 8 (Light) O
A Bibliomantic Tale V…A Bibliomantic Tale V…
* Borth-y-Gest from Portmeirion Beach * “We have Take-Off!” Resignation “One-Nine-One, or One-Nine-Two?” * No 3 (Light) ‘Suddenly the world Cracks, the phallos Slams home, slams the ineluctable stroke. And
A Bibliomantic Tale III…A Bibliomantic Tale III…
* The Great Orme: summit. * Tee minus One-Zero hours and counting… “Pages Four-Four and Four-Five.” “It’ll have to be Nine.” * No 9 (Light) ‘I saw that God never