I grew up in a culture that embraced/adhered to/entertained/was influenced by, an edition of the Christian faith as understood during the time in history known as the reformation. I’m no expert in History or church history, but I know that it felt stale by the time we were partakers in the tradition and that I…
Month: December 2017
A signpost to guide the way
This is just a bit of lightheartedness as I look back on the start of a new chapter in my running journey. It is the event that made me a marathon runner. Signs and wonders messages from above or within how would I navigate without at least a signpost now and then Voices of…
Less is more
Less darkness means more light, less daylight means more night. Since I’ve slowed down I seem to have more time, but time stays the same around the clock. It’s the things that I do with time that changes this perception. More time means less rushing. Less rushing means more peace of mind. With this then,…
As Time Flies
I simply loved this poem. It says so much with so few words.
Ready for Christmas?
Ready for Christmas? Absolutely, finally I am ready for Christmas Ready to ignore the pressure to do more buy more have more want more of stuff Ready to join in and laugh more sing more dance more risk more give more of me Ready to slow down and follow my own star Ready to rejoice…
No more stinking thinking
Take off those blinkers they really are stinkers as long as you wear them they make you want to hang around with thinkers who think along the same stinking blinker lines as you carving deep lines of bondage into the minds of the blinking stinking thinking caterpillars that refuse to die grow wings become beautiful…
Essential beauty
Beauty is no luxury It’s an absolute necessity for a healthy soul like breath and water for the life of the body The presence of beauty is not enough it’s all around the sky the stars the sun the moon the birds, flowers, trees sound of wind and waves even people, broken humanity It has…
The Zen of the Marathon
This last year I ran two marathons. The first was my first. It was in a city. Rotterdam to be specific. It was far and painful. The second was in Snowdonia. It was a completely different story. After all, Snowdonia is in North Wales: Wild and wonderful, magical and mystical, beautiful and brutal. It is…
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