All my writing is to a large extent autobiographical. This intentionally so, for - by drawing on my own life experience - I hope, in my own small way, to provoke an effort on the part of others, similarly predisposed, to undermine the lies, liars, and, in particular, the worst of the bunch – the … Continue reading “Life is a Journey: Exploration Into Insight 1”
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“Only In Stillness”
For the past little while I have been pontificating, or – kinder to myself – prognosticating, on the kind of “God” I/we may be able to believe in, eventually finding one hidden in the depth, the complexity, of things. One that sits at the ‘heart’ of [the] matter, so-to-speak. In pursuit of this “God”, I … Continue reading “Only In Stillness”
‘Separation, Proximity, and Free-Will on the Path of Return’
For God to matter it seems there must needs be “separation” and “proximity” both, for – unless one feels the joy and wonder of closeness to the source - how can distance matter? Indeed, how else can we learn to miss that which we’ve never known or had? However, it is also not difficult to … Continue reading ‘Separation, Proximity, and Free-Will on the Path of Return’
On Death and Dying: A Companion Piece for “A God to Believe In?”
Why shouldn’t we feel anger, and sadness, sorrow, and grief, at the passing of a loved one…however short our relationship be? Why not look for someone, something, anything, to blame to try and assuage the feelings and take a hold, channel the emotional turmoil into/onto something other. To take control, to wrest control away from … Continue reading On Death and Dying: A Companion Piece for “A God to Believe In?”
‘A God to Believe In?’
Across from me God’s table and chair sit empty, shaded by the beautiful branching limbs of the Golden Elm tree, now barely visible through the burgeoning lime green foliage. There, none-the-less. Would He have a book of rules… “Thou shalt not…” laid open ready to pronounce the last of the many, broken even before the … Continue reading ‘A God to Believe In?’
‘Timing Is Not Something, It Is Everything!’
Timing is not something, it is everything. No matter how ‘correct’ an action be, unless the timing is right it will fail, or at the very least, only partially achieve what it would otherwise have accomplished. And for timing to be right, everything else must be done in preparation. Even where the timing is right … Continue reading ‘Timing Is Not Something, It Is Everything!’
“It’s All in the Timing: Celebration of Life, Death, & Synchronicity”
What a remarkable two/three weeks it has been. On the 12th September news came through that my younger brother, a mere 70 yrs old, had died suddenly, unexpectedly. We were not even aware that he was in poor health. On the 22nd we held a memorial service in remembrance of him here in Adelaide (he … Continue reading “It’s All in the Timing: Celebration of Life, Death, & Synchronicity”
“From the Word to the Deed: Manifesting the Way.”
One day, all the has been given, must be given back. In-between these times what we are able to construct/do with that which was given…is the challenge that must be met. Recently I have been writing, and re-reading in relation to “events” that occurred for me 13 and 42-3 years ago now, and much that … Continue reading “From the Word to the Deed: Manifesting the Way.”
“After the Fall: The Long Road to Recovery”
Disclaimer Because in Sufism, and perhaps to a lesser extent other spiritual disciplines too, to speak openly of one’s deepest experiences in spiritual matters of the heart is not done (openly at least), it is necessarily for me to restate the reasons why I began, some 3 years or so ago now, to write precisely … Continue reading “After the Fall: The Long Road to Recovery”
These Fish the Mystics
Fantasy on marbled paper 16th century Turkish - Fogg Art Museum Harvard University (1) May the rivers keep on running to the ocean. Rivers, rising in the mountains, running to the oceans, and back again. In Australia they don’t always do that. There was a myth that they run to a great lake somewhere in … Continue reading These Fish the Mystics
Tracks in a Pathless Land 