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Intentional being
As we near the end of the year and a time when families and friends come together where they can to share love and togetherness , I’m moved to share a few words. I have been driven to learn as long as I can remember. I seek to make sense, connections and formulate ideas. I…
All the world’s our stage-let’s play!
From our very early beginnings we learn to make sense of our world through play and exploration. We mimic and re rehearse the everyday situations we encounter, and revisit our favourite stones in imaginary games, casting ourselves in various roles . It is from these early experiences our brain develops connections, frames of reference, and…
Once upon a time the world changed…
I started to write a book in a different life, and it said lots, but my world changed, our world changed, and I found so many thoughts that enriched my voice, and I found new freedoms that I felt a need to enter chrysalis phase and let them transform. I’ve learnt so much about liminal…
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Removing the boundaries, Boundless horizons.
The clear bead at the center changes everything. There are no edges to my loving now. I’ve heard it said there’s a window that opens from one mind to another, but if there’s no wall, there’s no need for fitting the window, or the latch. RUMI This poem arrived on the last day of a…