Tag: calm

  • Restlessness

    Restlessness

    The dark side of the imagination I’ve always been restless. It’s served me well much of the time. I don’t accept things because ‘that’s how they are’. I don’t accept ‘that’s how I am’ either. I ask ‘why?’ I ask ‘what about?’ (of myself and of the world). I wonder, mull and imagine different. Imagination…

  • In fear, calm

    In fear, calm

    Yesterday I had an angiogram. It’s a strange procedure. A tube is stuck into the vein in the wrist, pushed up the arm and across the chest. It connects with the heart. A large, white, sci-fi looking camera/x-ray manouvres across my chest — remotely controlled. There’s a large TV screen to my left dotted with…

  • Spring Arrives Suddenly

    Spring Arrives Suddenly

    … but ‘sudden’ is an illusion…… Photo by Casper van Battum on Unsplash Spring arrives suddenly. I walk the wild of my garden, amid young trees that one day will be a forest if left enough alone. They’re beech trees. The deep brown leaves of last year cling on through the winter, clothing them in…

  • Joy is your Birthright!

    Joy is your Birthright!

    Do you believe in the wisdom of Joy? Joy’s not a destination you trudge towards through valleys of misery. Joy is the path. Joy is your guide. Joy is the clean air you breathe, the water you drink, and the birdsong you hear as you travel. Joy is the life-force. It’s our birthright. A child…

  • Finding Focus

    Finding Focus

    Sunday was a tough day. My thoughts decided to gang up on me. I could have predicted it would be tough. I understand why. I’d plenty of ammunition in my thinking to stop it from being tough. Nonetheless, it was tough. I was distracted, unsettled, beset by demons. I’m about to launch ‘Hummingbird Wisdom; ‘How…

  • Listening to Silence

    Listening to Silence

    I was a noisy child. I got punished for it. School taught me that speaking was dangerous. I became a silent adolescent. It wasn’t a healthy silence. It was a silence of fear, repression, self-doubt. As an adult, I learned to make noise again. Sometimes I got very caught up in my noise. That wasn’t…