I come from the stars, I come from a Mars. travelling through space and time. towing the line. walking out of line Leading a wonky dance Eat you heart out Max Wall. Don’t follow me!!!But Then maybe do follow me. You hear wordsof voices long stifledand you find your camel. The one you didn’t know Read more about Where I come from……[…]
By Drew DellingerPUBLISHED IN SUMMER 2018 | COMMENTS 4 Forty years after Thomas Berry’s “The New Story,” new generations are seizing on the power of narrative. I was sitting in a classroom in Assisi, Italy, with one of the leading environmental thinkers of our time, and he was talking about the power of story. “It seems that we basically communicate Read more about Change the Worldview, Change the World[…]
Keep feeling fascinationPassion burningLove so strongKeep feeling fascinationLooking, learningMoving on Human League. Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Philip Oakey / Jo Callis
Kronos & Kairos: Linear and Numinous Time Concepts Kronos devours us with remorseless certainty. Kairos is creative and serendipitous. Excerpted from Creating Time by Marney Makridakis | Updated November 8, 2018 THERE IS AN interesting historical context for a subjective perception of time that can help prepare the way for the conceptual journey of creating time. The ancient Greeks had Read more about Creating time – Chronos and Kairos[…]
Summer sunAutumn sunWinter sunSpring sunRising, floating, descending, disappearing. Illuminating, shadow casting Compass.Source of warmth and light,energy and power.Glowing throbbing heartbeating the pulse of life weaving a prayer of love.marking the rhythm of the Dance.Circles, Cycles, Spirals
Monday 10th August The hottest day yet. A little adventure. With a seven year old and a seventy year old Through field of golden mown hay To find the River Roach We get as far as a wooded glade with a little confluence of streams And throw stones and play poo sticks. Read more about Slowdive[…]
An Essex estuary walk Seagulls and Swans and smugglers innsSail boat rigging clinking in the cool breeze. the tide slowly going out To reveal the old Ford. Memorial benches, pointing to favourite views,remember beloved fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends. the people of importance. We sit and enjoy the cool. Then bring home some honey from Read more about River walk[…]
An early morning stroll through the woods. before the heatwave crashes in on us. the shimmer and glimmer of light. bouncing through the trees It is hot in the garden alreadybut the cooling sound of water trickling offers some respite. Light reflects off the surface of the waterSending flickering flames up the bark. A breeze Read more about Heatwave[…]
Rumithe first whirling saint of poetryspinning like a galaxyweaving constellations of wordslike blazing stars,numinous moons,planets with gardens blossomingand oceans floating in space. Rumithe first whirling saint of poetrytraversing the geographyof divine desire with longingstronger than the undertow of history. This presence ismysterious, like the silhouette of music,the circumference of a dream. When Rumi met Shamsthe Read more about Rumi[…]