Chaplain: “This poor man has been battered by violent winds, sharp daggers of sound, pitch perfect, piercing and fearsome”. Priest: “But he is protected is he not? Do not his vestments provide shelter? Do not his long coat and heavy boots provide a sanctuary for his weary feet and broad frame?” Chaplain: “No, for … Continue reading Poem – The Reluctant Sacrifice
As a child I was an avid comic book collector. I would save every week of pocket money towards next month’s edition. Washing up was a necessary evil, I likened the vacuum cleaner to a hungry hound sniffing every inch of carpet for crumbs and copper coins, my hands heavy with hot iron, heaving to … Continue reading The Book of Life
Thoughts flooding, bouncing off the pale ceiling. The fluorescent light does its best to bring illumination. But the true light arcs towards the pitch placed seating. Holding vessels, beings, bottles of bright white consciousness. One such being scratches his head, consults with the highest powers of the universe and asks cordially for the toilet. Another … Continue reading Another poem…somewhat more light hearted called the ‘Ascended Masters’ 🙂
Having recently taken up still life drawing as a means of self-discovery I was recently asked if I would consider modelling for the following week’s drawing session. My instant reaction was a resounding and confident ‘yes’. But over the next few days I considered the implications of getting butt naked in front of several strangers. … Continue reading Taking it all off….
We hear about the texture of a well-worn tree, its jagged lines, the twists and gyres of the bark, and the peaks of its ridges and indentations. Yet for all this apparent splendour and wisdom we never question the validity of the information presented. We doubt the veracity of our own innate thoughts, feelings and … Continue reading The Truth about the tree, my life…and the truth itself