On paper, in logic, and by the initial plans, the cow should have been bought. The milk sold at market. And the grand kids poured out like a waterfall on a strange drought stricken land. And as one begins running a weird marathon, lead by the voices in ones head, the cow, the milk, the […]Read more "Paper, Logic, Plans"
Tonight I hung out with three fabulous individuals. One I know and love. One I only knew through text, but I knew he was lovely. And the other I met this evening. We all met in a venue I love, owned and run by a man who knows my name. I love familiarity. The last […]Read more "Familiar."
As the rain softly falls on the church building outside my window, and out in the distance a plane lands, my ears ring. Both because of years of loud music and podcasts streamed directly into my ears, but also because, this room is quiet. No netflix, not radio blaring downstairs to get over the old […]Read more "Rain"
After big strong angry king, stops being so angry – and wondering if he was less drunk – he decides to choose another queen. So he sends out young dudes that stand around him occasionally, (either in fear or jealousy or both) to find young virgins and then soak them in moisturiser and make up […]Read more "Esther Two"
After taking the mantle of a giant kingdom, and defending its borders from some intensely aggressive neighbours, of course you want to celebrate. Celebrate your power. Celebrate your great leadership, your wealth and the amount of people that call you majestic. Of course you are high on pride and riches. But most probably suspicious of […]Read more "Esther 1"
We don’t get to make up God. We don’t get to redraw him. We don’t get to dress him up in different clothes. We don’t get to look at only his foot and say “woah… he must look weird”. But, as limited created figures in this reality, our revelation of the creator is flawed. Our […]Read more "The foot of God"
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."