more than flying

Watched a baby bird today just sitting there on a  garden table waiting. Written into him was his calling of flight and feeding and reproducing and dying, and eventually he flew. Life is more for me. Written into me is fight or flight, feeding and reproducing and dying, but there is a higher call. Will [...]

new for old

When I  sew a  new patch onto an old garment the patch will pull away when it’s washed. A new patch can only be sewn onto a new garment. In the same way when I carry on as normal in my life in the world, the new things I want, come but don’t stay. The [...]

missing the blossom

A row of blossom trees outside my window, magnificent in their display for two weeks every year. But this year I missed them.  Involved in preparing things, doing things, making ready for better days in the season. Occupied in thoughts and concerns for the tommorows of me and those around me. Now the blossoms are [...]

spontaneous living – the book

I’ve been encouraged to write a book. I’m writing three short books (in reverse order) based on the last three years of my journey. The third book (spontaneous living) should be complete by September and I will blog previews for those who read this blog.

life in the beauty and the brokennes

I’m becoming more aware of how much I live ‘of the world’. How much of my life force it consumes and so freely if not compulsively given. I don’t ordinarily have the ability to draw back from the ‘of the world life’ of winning and losing and fear and compensating myself. Often I’m not even [...]

a contribution of biblical proportion

Am I a creator, can I make things happen. Am I obligated to make things happen. Am I cause driven zealous to make things happen. Am I so fearful of how things may work out that I have to make things happen. Am I a rescuing make it happen person. If so all would be [...]

stepping off the ‘merry go round’

The world carries on it’s business whether I engage in it or not. I’m learning that I can’t afford to get entangled in the issues of the world around me. Too many cuts and bruises. My head overloads and my body crashes. I am learning to let the world around me spin a bit. Stepping [...]