We are the only species on the planet that have to pay to live. To earn this "value" we get to work hard, for years and years sacrificing the bulk of our lives. And yet in doing so: 1. We live so disconnected from nature that we poison the oceans, the land and the air....
We have everything needed to observe and learn from this thing called Life. Yet we get caught up in our own little corner of the world. The pressure of family and friends. The work and career that consumes all before. That of the news and oh how terrible is this place. Perhaps worst of all...
Friends take them not for granted
I am aware of a list that is massive, for those looking for "answers" beyond the muddled chaos in front. Its a mix of doco's and movies. The softest start of which has to be the movies part. My list of some of these that others might find useful, as pure movies, before looking at...
But a vision must be painted for others to see. It’s aligned to nature. Where we live together in this natural world, not against it. Where money is studied as a history project. Where the stock market, trades in cattle and derivatives are something physically derived from something else. Where politics has no room to...
That of a staircase far out before. All steps are of regular height and yet cover miles and miles in the horizontal. Only gradually getting less horizontally wide, as the stair case ascends. A few steps up and still so wide one can’t see the next vertical rise. Only after the first ten or twenty...
Prepared for years, maybe even hand built the hull. Fitted out the interior just perfect the feel. Rigging oversized, ready for any unplanned event, over prepared might be the case. Then that day the one pencilled on calendar from so long ago. Departure arrives. Finally free, as you gentle motor out, leaving safe harbour behind,...
Built with all the tender loving care, most of my Life invested into building mine. It feels comfortable; it looks exactly as the shape and form held in the mind. Even if thought of this, hadn’t previously occurred. Boundaries, walls and gates positioned perfectly where I felt they are needed. Defined by my experience, hurts...
Veins begin to flow, the flow the same as the morrow gone. Each part knowing its place as if by magic and yet walking in sleep, each part seems. Vibration rises as pace quickens now. What functioned adequate at start, now stifling and choking, tension and stress the result. The risen Sun’s rays struggling now...
