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[ 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 […]

[ simple truths, perhaps, dept. ]

(2010) ~ Why I write There is withinan urge that drips,An urging to releasethe confined meaning of wordsand ceaseless sighing.To free “freedom”from speculationsabout what it is. To explore that sadness of failure,that false gladness,that identity you’ve workedso longingly to construct,that fabrication of whatreal pleasure might be,that image so heavylong in its maintenance. And to truly […]

[ dancing all the way home, dept. ]

In loving aware experience, there’s wonder, beauty and grace. It’s all the movement of love, loving. It seems we’re moved and invited to grow and to keep growing without ever knowing. Being infinite. For me, these days, head and heart wholly include the gut, but the deepening here seems to best be described as ‘love, […]

[ beauty in the ordinary, dept. ]

~ Mind complicates; reality clarifies. In aware living, one rests in quietude and solitude as spirit, like love, does all the lifting, discovering and uncovering nothing but itself, fully. There’s no knowing, no knower, nothing known – just an amplitude, a borderless brilliance that is alert, living. Aware. Enjoy the beauty of being; allow a […]

[ the play of light, dept. ]

“To watch him play was to watch the delight of a child combined with the extraordinary grace of a man.”~ The above was said by Nelson Mandela, of world soccer great Pele, who passed on bodily, this December day. Indeed, the man called ‘Pele’ demonstrated what much of the human world recognized – not only […]

[ reality is not a word, dept. ]

It seems that legions of us live at home in our heads, in our ‘current working hypothesis’. In believing that we know, or will know, what’s ‘really going on,’ with more study and effort, yes? Me too, for yonks. 🙂 That’s all well and good enough it seems, for some. For some others, we’re still […]

[ gratitude is a gift, dept. ]

The gift of awareness, of being aware one is aware, is the supreme Christmas gift to your self. Indeed, to open and directly know your self as nothing and everything, is to simply recognize one is – here and now – unadorned divine awareness appearing as a limited human. There’s nothing to do to unwrap […]

[ a useful mind, dept. ]

The mind’s comparing and contrasting is a useful function for surviving re food, clothing and shelter. It’s the believing that mind is actually who one is, that starts the personalization of experience and its problems and sufferings. Lovingly watching the bling of the mind gives a space for directly knowing that what is watching is […]