Around where

They stood at the end of my bed like doorkeepers, ensuring I was safe from the world. Two figures, one slightly larger than the other, maybe one was a man and the other a woman. I was unsure ... was it only in my head? No. They were there, I felt them like that were alive, like the release of their breath pressed upon me. In an act of welcoming them, I held out my hand to them. Suddenly the square room became a dome, a place of worship. The ceiling circled above me and colours and shadows swept the walls. One of them took my hand in theirs, a weightless and wispy handsake. It made me smile, and utter "Thanks".

And that was that.

I leaned over and pressed skip on the CD player...

'Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
~ Where? I dont know'

Long days spent on cafe couches

Raindrops on roses and coffee at Costa,

Bright coloured photos, and make that a mocha.

White plastic packages filled up with books.

Serve me please - the man with the looks!

Red-woven hats and a crisp almond pastry,

Mothers and children all chattering to me.

Fat swans that wait with the sun on their wings;

.... These are a few of my favorite things!

There's a lot to learn from Nature

Take a group of blind people and introduce them to an elephant. Get them to feel the elephant. One will touch the trunk. One will discover the legs. Another the belly. Another the tail. One the tusks. Etc. Now ask them to discuss it. They will argue until the elephant cow comes home.

That’s what I think people do in society. We have free will but we rarely use it. We stick to what we know, but I’m not sure if it’s option … what you inherit genetically and culturally can’t be replaced. Can one ever truly grasp the thoughts and customs of other cultures? Will it always be a slight mystery with some excitement and misunderstanding? We shouldn’t argue these things. Maybe should be humble enough to work together.

The path to creativity

I stopped and knelt down like a blind person would do. There was space surrounding me, space to my left, more to the right and nothing infront of me. A simple silence was all that I heard. I sat. I sat and I stayed still. Nothing happened, the air was weightless. Still silent. And that was when I realised I was alive, yes, very truly alive. What I had just discovered was my mind's very own playground.