How to motivate meaningful change that unfolds in accord with one's true nature? How to love it, yourself and the other?

We are damaged as children. Our education systems are failing us. How to start up humanity afresh?

A poem about mystical and divine revelation

A metaphysical musing on our co-creative capacity as spirits in our evolution as human beings .

A short musing on how the ladies over fifty should be inclined to sit out Covid 19.

A writing full of gratitude. Yesterday we talked about love; today, let’s talk about money. Don’t bother getting up from your Steem-paid sun lounger on the beach, just scroll on while sipping your pina

In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others Love Vibes Love is supposed to be in the air. I am all in on that idea. I sure am feeling it, but I have a switch to turn on (in meditation) that

The anti-dote to Karma and its endless cycle of Rebirth has to be love. Waterhouse, Psyche Opening the Door into Cupid's Garden 1904 After all, St. Paul tells us (in 1Corinthians) that love is patient,

Döstädning is the Swedish for Death Cleaning, which is the gentle art of decluttering according to Margareta Magnusson. Judging from the blurb of the audiobook version, Death Cleaning - a radical and joyous

I think of a red ball, perhaps some hot image burned into memory, rolling out of grandma’s bag made of bleach bottles cut into hexagons, all crocheted together with black, which served as her bag full

It might well be that we write for when we are dead. Like we swim when we are alive. It is rumoured that the Corona virus has come for men. Perhaps to have it out once and for all: the original sinners

If you would know how to draw the wings of angels From the alveoli whereto the air between us climbs, You would be able to fly The heart like a kite. We remember to look for love but Swedenborg knows:

I will go to Jerusalem, find fertility of the white flowered Ligustrum, pluck the Privet tree extolled by the poets for its peculiar whiteness. Christ is a vine, a cluster of all perfections divine, Engedi

How intermingled we are. How dependent we probably still are on our arch mother-father principle (the Origin of I). The first-born - the one maybe on the right, because it is a little the worse for wear,

A Critical Premise. 1am; Somewhere. The Wombat spoke to Rukami, seated at the bar, slouched over a beer. It is not so very urgent that you know our Shape is Cosmic – not terrestrial. Nothing is very urgent

Onwards and Upwards: Happy New Year! Last year, a year ago - a few days ago – on the first, of that year afreshly started, I went out to chat to my neighbour bordering my back garden, over the fence, about

If we don’t commit to anything (or one) we never discover trust in self. If we are too unrealistic or too unself-disciplined, we lose trust not only in ourself but our world: same difference, I guess!

Tragic There is a lot of darkness. I wake up to signs of evil every morning - if couched in the neutral tones of the BBC World Service. There is a prophecy that this evil will increase. We can all predict

My little palindrome, My sweet comic you, My favorite work of art; Don’t change your hair for me…. Let me show you care for me Even if I have to say it how it is. It is not easy for me to speak You must

Luna has been asking to paint a lot over the last week and my role as Papa is to ensure she is able to do this. The 'keep moving fast' top is for getting dirty and the table is old, so she is good to go