Just an urge.....
Hi,
Again it has been a long time between posts, apologies to anyone who pops in occassionally to see what might be going on in my head and outside my head in my corner of the world, Sydney, Australia.
As mentioned before, things have been busy and my mentorship means that even when I feel tempted to look at other bits or do other writing, I must try to stay on task. But today is no different to that, I have quite a bit of work to get done, words to put on the page and yet here I am blogging to anyone or no-one. I wonder why? I wonder if some piece of gold will appear on this page. Perhaps something that could be useful to someone and perhaps that someone is only me.
As usual, when I have the urge to write on my blog, I don't necessarily know what I want to say. Not sure until I start to write what the message might be.
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Sometimes I write in chalk on the cement outside out house. I often write....
"LOVE is the message".
This morning walking along the street, someone had scraped the word LOVE in the cement.
I wonder when I see this kind of thing if it is just me seeing it. How much my mind has to do with what is appearing to me. It is not the only time I have seen LOVE written or engraved somewhere public. Do you see it too?
And also, do I see it when my mind is not full of love? Or does it just pass me by or disappear?
WONDER.........another word that I LOVE and the essence of my novel.
The big question in my book is, "What to do with the mysteries of life?" or
"How to go on living with the details and domesticity of life once we see it's mystery?" or
"How to cope with the mysteries of being human without knowing what to do about them?" or
all of the above. They are sort of all the same question.
So, keep your eyes open to LOVE in whatever that form it might take. It really is the only thing that matters, how much love we can share. There is no limit, it will not run out. We can always check our motivation, in all things. Is my intention love?
(insert word here), K.xx
Again it has been a long time between posts, apologies to anyone who pops in occassionally to see what might be going on in my head and outside my head in my corner of the world, Sydney, Australia.
As mentioned before, things have been busy and my mentorship means that even when I feel tempted to look at other bits or do other writing, I must try to stay on task. But today is no different to that, I have quite a bit of work to get done, words to put on the page and yet here I am blogging to anyone or no-one. I wonder why? I wonder if some piece of gold will appear on this page. Perhaps something that could be useful to someone and perhaps that someone is only me.
As usual, when I have the urge to write on my blog, I don't necessarily know what I want to say. Not sure until I start to write what the message might be.
?????????????????????????????
Sometimes I write in chalk on the cement outside out house. I often write....
"LOVE is the message".
This morning walking along the street, someone had scraped the word LOVE in the cement.
I wonder when I see this kind of thing if it is just me seeing it. How much my mind has to do with what is appearing to me. It is not the only time I have seen LOVE written or engraved somewhere public. Do you see it too?
And also, do I see it when my mind is not full of love? Or does it just pass me by or disappear?
WONDER.........another word that I LOVE and the essence of my novel.
The big question in my book is, "What to do with the mysteries of life?" or
"How to go on living with the details and domesticity of life once we see it's mystery?" or
"How to cope with the mysteries of being human without knowing what to do about them?" or
all of the above. They are sort of all the same question.
So, keep your eyes open to LOVE in whatever that form it might take. It really is the only thing that matters, how much love we can share. There is no limit, it will not run out. We can always check our motivation, in all things. Is my intention love?
(insert word here), K.xx
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