Monday, 9 February 2009

Saturday, 24 January 2009

Resonance

A line is drawn in the sand. Do you step over or onto it? Do you contemplate it or don't you see it all? Does it intrigue or does nothing resonate inside you long enough for it to impact?

A stone balances precariously on a larger one. Do you wonder how it came to be there or do you simply accepts its place? Do you wonder when it will fall and how, or does nothing resonate within you long enough for it to impact?

An unusual sound disturbs the quiet. Do you listen or not? Do you hope to hear it again or is the disturbance of no matter? Do you unravel its mystery or does nothing resonate within you long enough for it have impact?

Who drew the line in the sand? To what end? Who placed the stone on another? To what end? Who disturbed the quiet? To what end?

Who did what doesn't matter. What matters is that you see, think and listen. Only then do you speak. Only then will your words count- they will resonate inside and they will impact.

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Speak No Evil



We've spoken about seeing and hearing, but

speaking, in my opinion, is the worst of the three.

Speak No Evil!!!!

Or we are as bad as every warmonger out there.

We must be examples, particularly to the youth,

so they will grow up with wisdom and compassion

and become the clear voices of the future.

Saturday, 10 January 2009

No Evil


Again Auckland Daily Photo has astounded with a photo of something very normal...and really beautiful...one for the BARDS.

Hear No Evil

Blocking ears is akin to sticking a head in the sand...and we are not ostriches! Hate speak in whatever form is not a good thing, but ignoring it is as bad. I do understand that in certain situations it is better to keep quiet, but allow your silence to deny what you hear. Other times it is duty to listen and then ensure you are listened to in turn.

Your friends and family should not hear words of judgment and prejudice from you- lead by example. If everyone everywhere hears only peace, compassion and understanding, our world will be a better place.

It starts with me and you and your best friend, your father, my daughter....

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

See No Evil (2)


And there is beauty and perfect simplicity...and no evil in sight. This is Earth. Thank you again to Auckland Daily Photo!!!

See No Evil

Stand back and view our global village: note strife is prevalent everywhere. We have already had the war to end all wars, and yet it stopped nothing. Wars flourish all over: wars of greed, wars of ideology, wars of prejudice, ethnic wars, economic wars, war of poverty, land, food, oil and war for the sake of war. We see it daily on the news, in newspapers, in headlines posted online. We see evil...and can't do much to change it.

Have a positive attitude, look at the bright side, see the good first, that is what we tell ourselves, and just maybe it will spread and change the world. It doesn't quite work that way. We may change our environment, to be sure, but how is that ever enough to aid Planet Earth and all her people?

See no evil...and it doesn't exist. Many think that way, and that can never be acceptable.

I have no answers, but the hope that many of you out there will stop to think twice before accusing friend or stranger of something untoward, or that you might have compassion for those caught in the grip of a situation not their making, rather than switch the channel, is a step. A very small step, but add it to the attitude that can change your environment and then go forth and help others to change theirs...and just maybe the winds of change will blow stronger.

Seeing no evil is never acceptable. Seeing starts with every one of us. Change starts in every one of us. Please look around you.

Saturday, 29 November 2008

Tools of writing

Before you begin a novel, short story, essay, poem or whatever your forte is, you gather the tools to do so. Right? Of course, right...the first time. You might start with a blank piece of paper and a pen, or you might have an old typewriter that does it for you and you get the ribbon, the paper, etc, or it might be your old pc or a new laptop with the program that fits your style...it could even be a dictaphone you hauled out of a drawer and put to use for the first time. It doesn't matter, there are certain tools you need to start. Right? Right...the first time. These are your motivators- look, I have it all ready, surely now I can write....

And time passes.

And you realise something more. Almost profound.

Tools have zero to do with it. You realise a piece of paper will do, any piece, any pc will do, any pen, any ribbon...because the words become more important than the tools. Agreed, the right tools make it so much easier and simpler, particularly in this modern electronic age when most agents and pusblishers prefer email submissions (thank heaven), but it is not the factor that drives creativity. What drives you is far beyond how you achieve your goal.

When all is right with your world of writing, your tools are dream prompts, a great photo, something someone said, a piece of music, a tear when your son or daughter said 'thanks mom', or simply the magic that goes on in your mind. You can be walking, driving, eating, sleeping, sitting, watching TV, reading, listening to music, talking, having a glass of wine...and if that tale or verse is trying to get out, it will erupt...and how you record it is beside the point.

My point is this: don't fret when you think your tools let you down. Allow your mind to be the tool, and everything else falls into place when the time is right. And don't fret about that timing either- trust yourself.

Writers write because we love it, because we exist for it, because it is a grand passion, because we are complete when we do so. Follow your heart and your instincts and believe in yourself, and don't ever give up once you discover your grand passion.

Writers, I salute you.

Tuesday, 28 October 2008

Gloriously Colourful Ireland!

Autumn trees and grand gates.............
Autumn along a winding road.....

Even ruins are glorious when the leaves begin to turn...