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A Whole Lot of Nothing
I know nothing.. nothing knows me... and nothing as it turns out, is a lot. Nothing is emptiness, is silence, is space. There's a lot of that about, within and without. Silence and space are the the only true teachers. When you need clarity, space helps. When you need...
The Glass is Always Full
Your glass is not half empty and it's not half full. It's always completely full. The glass is you and the life you are and it's brim full of aliveness. Every moment is THIS moment: totally alive, totally powered up and engaged, even if it's engaged in being powered...
I’ve Been Looking
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When Nothing Arrived
Play the video after reading the scene from nowhere. A Scene from Nowhere Somewhere, someone is waiting for something... tick, tock, tick, tock. Someone speaks. SOMEONE: Something will turn up sometime. This can't last forever. Something has got to happen at some...
I’m Too Sexy for My (shirt) Label
I had some brilliant and engaging conversations with writer Tony Green this past week about sexuality and identity (check out his page here) Something that has felt true all my life is that human sexuality is flowing and free and that many people (me included at...
Hopeless Romantic
I've always been a hopeless romantic which is plain to see If you see me As I am Am I as I am as The hopeless the causeless The clueless and blueless drunk on the moon and The riff of that tune That plays when you walk Or sit or talk In the room or the way the air...
What I Remember Now
What I Remember Now (First Draft - 8:55pm Tuesday 27th January 2015) I remember that when I was in pain and felt small and alone and hated and rejected it was easy for me to poke fun the ones who were different or the ones who were strange or the ones who were not...
Living Freely
More and more these days I get a sense of both being here and not being here. It is one of those divine paradoxes that makes no sense to the reasoning mind but which is understood through living it. Language can paint a picture but it is limited because it assumes...
Expressions of Fear and Lack
Question: I look at the news and I see the horror and the suffering happening all over the world and I feel despair. It seems like things are getting worse, not better. I want to do something to help but feel totally helpless. All of the acts of violence that play out...
Heart Breaks Bigger
Just when you think you can't love any more, when you get to the point where you think your love is spent, something splits and cracks open... and wide inside, rooms burst open, the house is suddenly a mansion. With every heart break, the heart gets bigger not...
I Met Love
I met love on the dance floor of a basement club, on a crowded New York subway train, up the side of a mountain in Thailand, on the cancer ward and on the Old Kent Road... and it told me: I am everywhere, there is nowhere I am not. You will never reach the end. The...
Out of Control
I can of Myself do nothing John 5:30 The Bible; New King James Version We cling so firmly to the idea of free will and choice because the thought of not steering our own ship terrifies us. Without the freedom to choose, without a sense of agency and control we fear...
Walking Here
It's all me really (and it's all you too)... this last glass of surprisingly good white wine, this Gregorian chant, this memory of the citadel in Gozo, this sensation of dust in my shoes, this glowing screen, this feint smell of soap on my fingers, the feel of stubble...
Here I Am
Here I Am Here I am, sitting on the bed, pen in hand and writing once more. Here I am, as the air in the room and the space in the room and the wind blowing through the window. Here I am as the sound of birds singing in the trees. Here I am, as the light spilling...
Falling into Innocence – The Joy of Not Knowing
I don’t how the grass grows or how the sun shines or the waves crash and swell (how they crash and swell)…
From Silence
Sitting in a Quaker meeting yesterday, immersed in silence and stillness with others, these words came to me: "There is nothing that does not come from silence, that is to say there is nothing that is not of God. There is nothing that is not the creation of stillness...
An Irish Wish
May your wee thoughts of yonder there and yesteryear, be blessed to rest and leave you here
Hibernation
Hibernation I am taking a break from writing, speaking and meetings over the next few months. Please come back in the Spring when something might be appearing from nothing. In the meantime, feel free to explore the blog writings here and the videos on my YouTube and...
Directly Know That You Are
It's so easy to become convinced that what you are looking for is out there, separate from you, in the future. Or that what is missing is some special, exciting, illuminating or exotic experience that some teacher, author or guru has had that you now need to have. The...
Out of Nothing
Out of nothing this comes. Little black squiggles, marching out here on parade... prancing about like presentation ponies on the open page. And so it is with everything, spilling out of nothing. I sit in utter emptiness and out of this falls the fullness of the world....
A Prayer
May all who find their way here Come to know that they are the love that does not end May you come to see the fullness that you are and to live the freedom that is life in love May you rest when you are tired and eat when you are hungry and know that you are loved May...
The Perfection You Are
Meeting this eternal moment is to encounter the perfection you are. Most of us end up with some story about ourselves that says in some way that we are not good enough, that something is missing and that something has to change for us to be at peace. Discovering the...
I am – Re-Imagined
I have often enjoyed the poem, 'I Am' by John Clare. The original has a melancholy feel to it, as the poet longs for a time and place that he seems to feel is lost to him. As I was reading this the other week, it struck me that this place he seems to so long for is...
The Day is Ever New
Here is an article I wrote the other morning, sitting in bed as the day began... The Day is Ever New It's dawn. The birds are just starting to stir. The wind rustles the leaves on the trees outside my bedroom window and I can hear the sounds of the day beginning in...