Ramblings

Proboscis dive into the stem of the lotus  to taste the nectar of immortal love Sun-shadows play across the trees with sweet November blossom with succulent and rich-like tresses The jewel of Truth The knife of reason A haunting touch that crossed our path a hesitant longing for a fleeting love I burrow deep  into its bosom longing for an ardent kiss under a father's molten hand The search for wholeness the sound of the sea swell rises and falls, a cacophony of waves I learn to play my instrument, my song to honor my Self and gather the lyre The jewel of truth  is a crowned  heartbeat

Dancers in Time I'm listening to one of Cat Steven's old tracks whilst working on a Family Video clip in Smilebox. Days later, and I'm still struggling with the software, files have disappeared, lost the music, and so on..... And I'm thinking, how come all of the technology that we use today seems to imitate our dysfunctional lives? Things disappearing, struggle, instructions not working properly. You sit down for a relaxing movie, and DVD player doesn't work I look back on some of the memories of my children's early years, my grand-children's early years, and find it hard to imagine they were so little and fragile at the time. Or even looking at myself from my early years, so innocent and courageous and trusting!  Is there some kind of point to all of this, for everything to keep disappearing and then we start wearing our masks to try and defend ourselves? And then for the rest of our lives we try and unlearn all that we have learned. And if we are fortunat...

   "The Poet/Artist brings to those who are unaware, imprisoned in their not-knowing, a realisation, a vision of the boundless beauty and reality of the natural world."  (by Pablo Neruda) Just something I read during my holidays with my family - that inspired me. I love being involved with my art and writing. H a ve written a lot of poetry in my time and would like to eventually compose a book of Poems with some of my own illustrations. Whilst I don't have the spare time just yet, I might include some of my poems in this RAMBLING story of mine. I certainly feel that when I'm involved in this process of making art or writing, that I am experiencing a different part of myself, more reflective, le ss reactive, more forgiving.  I've also been very interested in the Healing, Writing and Art Workshops, and how they can benefit those who are suffering, mentally, physically or spiritually. I definitely feel that some of my diary writing is 'catha rtic' and has ...

Becoming A modified version of one of my paintings....title ' Becoming '. Just seemed appropriate to make a start with this artwork for my new blog. Still have a lot of sorting out to do with all my photos to be able to access what I want to post. But at least if I'm rambling than I can easily find something, even it's not what I want, and talk about it. That seems to work for me. It will take you (audience) a long time to  get to know me, unless you already know who I am from my Facebook page or face to face contact/friendship. Because once you start rambling, the story is not in sequence, and you as an audience will only get remnants of the story, which may not add up.  Well, whose life really does anyway? Isn't all an illusion? At least that's what my Master  Prem Rawat, tells us. Never really understood it what it meant, but it has something to do with our happiness and contentment...which we tend to think is to do with our achievements, our health, our secu...