(My) thoughts are like forks on a washing line they scare off the birds and drown out their song. clatter jangle Sometimes I think they seem pretty as they flicker and spin (again and again and aggin...) but what's to compare with the silence?

I had a moment where I had just finished my diary and I had explored the things that were bothering me, and there were lots of them. It’s obviously a repeat thing for me to be constantly moving back in and out of doubt. Doubts will come and go and come again. And they do. So ...

There are ambush moments, just when I'm thinking that I'm a super-hero, which is most of the time these days, when I sink back into the dull recognition that I'm not as advanced as I like to think. Defence: there is a trend though. In which I am increasingly my better self. I...

Dear Jules Today you are 25. I am 55. That was 30 years ago in my current sense of self. You are me. I am you. I have a way of remembering you that you might not recognise as who you are now. But who you are now has a way of remembering who you were when you were 15 that ou...

This is how the dream goes. I sit in prayer and I say “Jesus you are my friend”. And then I feel kind of embarrassed, humble, shame, disturbed. When I look at his presence I think that I’m not worthy to make such a bold claim. He’s too famous and big personality and then I loo...

The first day from the full moon. I sank, deeply immersed in my spiritual classroom lesson, yesterday. It was an agenda-less Saturday. I woke up, from a late night, of late nights, sleep patterns anarchical, and drifted. I’m practising alpha-wave prayer which kicks in at my ...