may your day be beautiful in every way

Once, 'swinging' through Paris on a coach, amidst the reveries of youthful travelling, my eyes danced blearily across a citadel of stone, not a squeak of green to be seen. A twist of revelation reminded me that, without this concrete artery of motorway, not only would there be no speed of travel to include all I imagined I needed to see in this particular life on earth, but so much that I would never see. Yet somewhere I sensed a weeping beneath this insistence of city. Glancing out again, in… Continue

Jem, the delectable son of my friend Shell- came up with this 'Gem' as we were talking about the 'Funky Raw/Space of Love Gathering happening soon August 15th near a woodland glade in the Sussex, UK Countryside. And here it… Continue

The more I see, the less words seems able to describe accurately. They flirt, nudging sentences into shape, cajoling what seems to be a truth to reveal itself. Then, quick as a whisper, what seems apparent whimsically disappears; a shifting kaleidoscope, rampant with beauty and confusion. Truth is tenuous, made of the space that collects all loveliness together. It leaves me unable to forget that it is forever unfolding with every breath we take. So why, I wonder, do I ever collude with trying t… Continue

Lying awake in the (very) early morning moonlight, thoughts skud idly through my sky of mind ; eclectic pop-ups from heaven knows where. Suddenly, out of this 'blue' I recall that the Scottish word 'braw' means beautiful, and how apt this seems. I wonder just how many latent truths linger, lightly veiled in unexpected places until we shift beyond 'being too busy to look deeply and notice' Suppose this universe is rampant with generous clues, all there for the finding by open, enquiring hearts?… Continue