Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. With thanks. He could kill me this time. Before the blow that never comes, I leave. In the no-man’s land between now, and the awareness of now, I withdraw from my body. From the feet upwards, until I exit, like breath, from the back of my head. A gossamer …
Category Archives: lived experience
I born freak
Image by Wave Generics from Pixabay My life is a complicated long division sum.811,946,422,277 divided by 137. Just do the math. 0 ÷ 0 = infinity/undefinedI am a cosmos unfolding along the ocean current of time. I am space. I am absorbed in the eternal present. It is an endless, beautiful fascination of ideas that …
Compassion
This is something I wrote for myself some time ago, but I’m offering it up for anyone who is enmeshed in what is currently happening in the Middle East. In order to cope with the discomfort of listening to someone talk about something that creates stress in you, you need three things. Courage to keep …
Why music saved my sanity
Words are such untrustworthy things. They cling to the edge of the impulse-to-live as it dies. Scavengers. Every moment of consciousness is a reflection of Descartes’ cogito ergo sum. So often the translation is I think, therefore I am. But thinking is so far removed from I, much better to translate it as I am …
Interstices
I find myself in the gaps between words. In the interstices, where awareness flows unfettered by meaning and paints a world that does not fit neatly into the dictionary. I cannot shoehorn all of myself into ways of being that end in a full stop. My sense of self stretches beyond this physical body and …
“I lost a world the other day…”
I remember… I remember… I remember an inn Miranda and a highwayman who came knocking at its door, under a new moon shining wi’ the twinkle, twinkle little stars that looked down on a land where the Jumblies sold sealing wax and cabbages and kings asked queens, who asked the little serving maid, not to …
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