Hearing that 'still small voice of calm'

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But you, me, each one of us, is already the right technique, is already the right environment. Right here, right now

Stop Thinking!

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So we can choose to walk around with cringing, fear based cells, that may or may not be attracting our worst nightmares, or we can choose not to jump on these negative, fallible outcome controlling trains of thoughts, let them pass the platform, sigh, and say ‘what will be will be’.

Peaks and troughs

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Whether we like it or not. And we can chose to be the helpless victims of events, or we can chose to surf on the currents of change, using our fear as the surfboard upon which to ride out our emotions, and invite Life to bring it on!

Who can I trust?

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The more I allow myself to patiently watch this process with curiosity and trust, the more my mind begins to understand that it can calm down and that in the absence of control surrender is actually the most economic use of our energy.

Shining your light

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Shining your light: Shit happens in life. None of our fear based controlling behaviours will stop the shit from happening. There may be little bits of shit in your life that will seem huge to you. And there may be huge bits of shit in other people’s lives that will seem almost negligible to them. Because your contentment is not guided by the lesser or greater amount of poo in your life…. It is guided by your attitude to it.

The courage to stay in no-man's land

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But why, why should we do that? Why not just fight for our own little patch of ground, our own little patch of ego, and that of tribe, our wives and our children? Why do we need courage to make peace? The courage to stay peaceful inside ourselves?

A prayer for a troubled world

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Father Sun and Mother Earth Spirit of a sacred birth Show us now our paths to tread give us courage for what we dread. Fill our hearts with love so pure that we may heal as we endure. And healing ourselves one by one help heal our world and return to One.

Fooling around; from ponderous to playful

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And re-learning how to play is part of that work. The fear of losing control can make us ponderous and serious, like a mental planning professional. As one of my friends said; “I don’t think I know what fun time looks like anymore.”

Separation and love

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Woven into the fibre of my being I unpick you, Stitch by painful stitch. Some shimmer, some shine And some stink of hell’s pernicious brine