The Patriarchy of Disconnection

I have not published for a while and whilst 20 drafts sit waiting to be published, I’m writing something new. It has been a weekend of celebrating the wonder of words and poetry. Yesterday evening I attended a beautiful event on the beautiful peninsula of Gower, where I live. This event was in honour of…

Silence

Be still my soul the best words are found in silence Even the One who calls Himself Word The One who speaks but cannot be heard by those who only use their ears So be still my soul and listen.

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,…

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…

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…