If compassion is the line that connects us to others, then, some of my lines are very weak. Invisible, unfeeling, unbuilt. And even the thicker lines don’t often engage my sense of feeling. But my sense of logic is quickly engaged. Calwell, circa 2005. I’m working the late shift in a petrol station and in […]Read more "Compass, and the line of relationship."
There are ones amongst mankind that enjoy rebelling, reacting and retaining some semblance of balance to social norms. As a teen I coloured my hair all the colours you can think of because could and because i watched my brother do similar, and I assume I just wanted to be different. To react to normalcy. […]Read more "The reaction of man."
The father, with his strong hands, and adventurous journey in the shoe he wears has that look. The one he gives you when he is disappointed. That look can stop us in our tracks. But he also has that other look. Silent. World changing. The one that tells you and everyone watching “thats my son, […]Read more "Advent 1: The father."
The king of death tried to give to man what he had tried to take himself. Divinity and eternity without the capacity of sacrificing everything for the good of the whole. The king of death – referred to as “deathman” from here on in, the anti hero of our meta story, is said to have […]Read more "The deathman and his gift."
I grew up with a Mum who cooked like a storm. No cookbook needed. Just a cheeky look in the fridge and she knew what was possible. She’d chuck this and that in a pan or in the oven and do some magic and out would pop a tasty and good for us meal. (even […]Read more "A cookbook is for food like the Bible is for…"
They will know you are mine because of your love. Be united. Don’t let the sun go down when you’re angry. I poured out my love on this world, do likewise in remembrance of me. My kindness will lead you to repentance. When your child asks for a new pokemon card, you don’t give him […]Read more "The mechanics of love."
Less than a year ago I was walking through the beautiful city of Trakai (look it up) with a group of people I was playing music with that day, and we walked past an old castle surrounded by a frozen lake. I was sick. And not accustomed to walking on frozen lakes, so, i wisely […]Read more "After the fact"