By simply living from kindness in this very moment.

Take 100% responsibility…
For my thought and actions…
For cultivating my awareness…
For making a creative contribution…

To…
You put your right foot in
You put your right foot out
You put your right foot in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around
Cause… that’s what it’s all about!

In my direct experience:
The very warp and weft of the weaving of the Divine fabric itself by the Creator;
The Creator’s awareness and attention to the detail of this unfolding creation;
From the perfection of the invisible through to the swirling of super clusters of galaxies and beyond;
The very being – I am here, you are here, we are here. Love.

Sometimes, there are feelings of helplessness and despair when I think about the big issues like climate change, conflicts and injustices. But a little broken chair on my workbench helps with that exploration… fostering the development of a creative spirit helps solutions emerge.

I don’t know, and reflecting, I am not sure about “calm and grounded” either. Years of solitude have led to being 100% responsible for the way I feel. Deep devotion has sent down deep tap roots for connection and awareness. Ha! Maybe I am not a calm and grounded person – just an old headbanger from the 70’s!

Preserve, conserve, restore and renovate furniture. Bringing new life to the work of master craftspeople from times past. Reducing waste. Encouraging people to think of these things as being in their care rather than a consumable, as they will with care, exist beyond our life for the enjoyment of others.

As you sail softly through the Sun, the mystery is gently unfolding.
Ponder who you really are… know who is listening to that beautiful bird song.
Your curiosity will bring forth Love in the highest.
Know that fear doth butter no parsnips in this life.
Explore the full depth and dimension of this happening.
The awakening comes forth spontaneously with your sincerest endeavor’s at doing nothing.
Get a dog.

A big helping of Don’s home cooked complexity, served with a side order of entanglement and washed down with a tall glass of delicious judgement.

That I don’t really know anything.

Part of my early morning presencing, is to go outside barefoot, raise my hands together in front of my face and bow down in thanks to the four points of the compass. My dog just sits and looks at me, so I bow down to her as well. All bases covered!

For me it is a happening, a blooming, an unfolding, so there hasn’t been any paved path prepared. Instead, a few helped me prepare for a spontaneous unfolding. They don’t want thanks, praise or worship. They just want to see blooming. That is how I will thank them.

These days, it is guided by quiet, gentleness and mindfulness. The ripples are virtually non-existent now – just like a cloud drifting by.

That the most complex, stubborn and tangled problems can be solved simply if we look honestly at what is.

We (naturally) look at the stars – drawn to the light like moths. But if I choose, I see the abundant darkness and nothingness upon which the stars fly. The joy and love permeates everything and nothing.

A few questions were asked – a line of enquiry, if you will. Who am I really? Who is even asking? Who is looking from this side? Of course, the seer cannot see self, so it became an experiencing thing. Realization dawned and that opened an abundant wellspring of gratitude. But of course, words cannot make sense of any of this, so perhaps I should just share my recipe for baked potatoes…

Probably those I liked the least – the swine and mongrels. I learned a lot from them about love, forgiveness and compassion.

It would be nice if the memories were a sweet fragrance for those that cared.

A little less thinking… a bit more being.

Haha, the words are always the problem, hey?