To an outsider I would have looked peacefully asleep, but as I lay there completely awake, bearing witness to and then repeatedly being destroyed by own mind, I was anything but peaceful. I was at all out war with myself.
Besides those trained up to guide the poor of sight through the streets, sniff out a bag of Colombia’s finest, or locate a hidden explosive belt around the midriff of some poor deluded fool hellbent on self destruction, what exactly are dogs for in the 21st century?
There’s a whole army of dreamers, of wizards and witches out there, hiding in plain sight, casting spells.
Breathe, visualise, relax, restore, heal
Dive into the Deep
We live so fully in our heads that we’ve almost forgotten what our hearts delight in, forgotten what our hearts need. Forgotten what our hearts can do.
You didn’t genuinely believe that was the last post did you? Mate, I’m just getting started. The last edition was the final chapter of the old book. This post marks the commencement of the new. The last post was all about truth. My truth. The only truth that exists within my universe. In my universe
This blog from start to finish, if indeed this is the finish, has been my truth. In that first post I declared that I would be nothing but honest. I have left some stuff out, but I have been nothing but honest. This is my truth. My bible. But this is not my truth. This is the truth. The only truth.
People, all around the world, are right now speculating about what is going to happen next. If/when do we get to go back to work? How long will the money in my savings last? Will the banks go under because of mortgage defaults? Will the airlines ever come back? When are the kids going back
This is the post that all the preceding 50 posts of this blog led to. This is the piece that makes sense of it all. This is the moment where my writing, and my being, starts to break free from the restrictive darkness in which it has been swimming. What I write here might not
