Time heals nothing it merely passes What time offers are infinite possibilities for anything for everything for breaking or mending for pretense or authentic living forgiving or resenting So don’t believe the lie that the passage of time will make you or your life more sublime Awake, watch out, do your work you’ll get more…
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This little light of mine
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…
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,…
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…
No pressure to perform…
I have been informed of how to conform to this culture of performance I went along: Perform, perform until I was so deformed of conforming that the only option left was to be transformed by Truth and Grace from the One who is Love into the unique me that was waiting, no aching to be set…
Struck down by injury; why I can’t run!
A week ago I went along to join the local ladies touch rugby practice. It was great fun, but it did not last long; at least not for me. Since then I’ve had more time to practice my writing skills and came up with a little rhyme that might entertain, educate or merely remind of…
Why I run, then and now.
I started running when I was eight years old. The year before that, I was the slowest in my class (also the youngest and therefore subject to the ‘Matthew effect’ as explained by Malcolm Gladwell in his book Outliers). It was a simple pleasure, easily achievable and always available. I was hooked and soon felt incomplete…
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