I've been wrestling with something since I published this blog site last week. A familiar struggle, and one I know I share with some of you. The struggle is this: I look at the world around me and I see breathtaking beauty, moments of bliss that come through watching the rain fall or my child... Continue Reading →
Yes #metoo. But... I don't want to add to more polarisation. I want masculine and feminine, free of exploitation.
It is time, friends, to take to the road To sing again to old bones, To seek out the old places, And find each other once more.
This, she understood now, was a still point. In the days before, she had chafed against the bars of an unseen cage, pushing forward, eager to know the next unfolding, and now it dawned on her that far from being stuck, she was being freed. Being freed.
Simply put, when I’m grounded, taking life at a reasonable pace, I make considered purchases. I build in time to go to the local shop to buy refills rather than grabbing a new laundry liquid bottle from the supermarket.