Archive for January, 2023
[ “Many are called; few are chosen,” dept. ]
The cause of suffering is separation, apparently. But in reality nothing ‘separates’ but belief.Belief divides, apparently. But not actually. Indeed it seems that suffering from belief in being a separate and real ‘person’, can be either transformed here and now, or variously hindered and delayed, for a lifetime…or until our story ends. 🙂Either way, that […]
[ what’s always new, dept. ]
In aware living, one is always finding out; always curiously alert and engaged and subtly astonished. There’s an innocence in meeting the moment as it presents, in appropriate relationship and response. In fact, that’s the common condition of a global awareness that’s stripped bare by the immense, the unadorned, the plain beauty that presents itself […]
[ words believed, and love, dept. ]
As a retired, partly reformed wordsmith and erstwhile photographer, my ‘world’ came crashing down when I happened across this pix of an old abandoned library. 😉 Not really. But it was a nice surprise to somewhat revel in this fine visual metaphor of words wearily withering; the faded fallen leaves under the weight of time; […]
[ no idea what we are, dept. ]
Grazing lightly on the news these days, it seems these times are like all times: full of confined, contested and conflicted humans variously and consistently repeating all the common errors man is heir to. There’s apparently all the historical desires and familiar fears, but now they’re globally amped up by social, story-based media, and the […]
A STORY OF SPIRIT: Jack the Gardener.
Here’s a rainy day short story for the long-form readers among us. 🙂 It was written in 2018 about my time renting and living in an old stone cottage (top pix) on an estate in an English Cotswold’s village in 1991. It was written in five parts posted separately over two months and I’ve combined […]