Thursday, 11 April 2019

Four Little Things and "some people who did something"

Hi Readers, grab a Colombian, it's a long one!

Yeah I know, February 2018 as my last post does not a writer make! Lots has happened in a year and, to efficiently complete a lifestyle defrag, I reset certain aspects of me to 'idle' for a while.

Then this morning, as I'm waking up I suddenly string a line of coding together and an interesting picture emerges; you know, when your mind re-minds you of a few key events which, in the moment mean nothing but, when strung together give you that 'aha' moment? Well, that happened this morning or are we still believing in coincidence?

Saturday, 17 February 2018

Do I Make You Happy?

When your very happiness depends on something outside yourself (better boss, better lover, better home, better pay-packet), there's value in that frustration. Ask yourself why you might be giving away personal power in this transaction. Look at that. Look deeply into what your real need is and look deeply into what it is in you that feels unable to feed your own needs.

Saturday, 25 November 2017

Il Dolce Far Niente

to sit
to walk
to be alone
is no mean feat

phone on
telly on
"but I am alone!"
that's the con

What is it to be alone with yourself and have nothing to interrupt your attention?

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Was I Looking in the Right Direction?

When I left the corporate world 3 years ago, was I dreaming big enough? Could I have imagined where I would get to and, most importantly, could I have anticipated the blind terror I was throwing myself into. "No" to all three.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Agitating the Ordering Principle

Staring into the blank white open space and pausing while words form. It's been a long pause between posts lately and the pauses between seem to get longer and longer. Not because there are no words forming; there are too many to capture.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

An old poem dedicated to a new friend

For Debbie - who, with tons of conviction, stepped up to the plate to read one of my poems with vigour, vitriol, a dramatic pointing finger and a license to get angry! Well held Debbie; loved your delivery!! x