My mantra which I try to follow, with varying degrees of success. Love beauty But do not cling Denounce evil But do not feed your anger Watch the world without attachment Let life slip lightly through your hands. It’s important to recollect who we are, when so much is wrong and there is great suffering.
At the Centre nothing moves Silence is the air you breathe Self has gone but sight remains All is darkness glittering gold The world does not exist
I made my way along the tree-lined streets, through fallen leaves and the scattered petals of camellia blossoms. Enjoying the sunshine and the mild, late autumn weather, I began to enumerate all the blessings in my life, and to reflect on the fruits of gratitude practice. I reflected that, having received so much, whether … More Gratitude
I love baths, for their meditative, calming quality, and find that relaxing in the warm water allows creative ideas to present themselves – a new melody for a composition, perhaps a plot refinement for my novel, the subject of a painting. This morning I listened to a favourite CD, featuring cello and classical guitar. There … More Life Music
It has been quite some time since I blogged, travel and the holiday season having claimed my attention. Among the many photographs I have taken recently (photography being my latest obsession), sunsets have given me the most pleasure. There is something about the transcendent colours, the illuminated clouds, and the restful sense that day is … More Sunsets
I seem to write about trees quite often and perhaps, given that I live in a leafy part of the city, it is quite natural that they should find their way into my blog. But, somehow, I sense there is more to it than mere propinquity and the other day I caught a glimmer of … More The Consciousness of Trees
Are you an angel? Or a prayer? Or is that, perhaps, The same thing? On my morning walk, I happened upon the vestiges of a tree which had been struck by lightning. The sun had temporarily retreated behind the clouds and I stood for a while, intrigued by the shape of the remaining trunk. Angels’ … More The Riven Tree