This wild abandon of faith and the minutiae of the practical, tickled me. It made me laugh, out loud. Yes trust, but not pathologically. Make practical provision, take action or watch your horse bolt. When we put everything outside ourselves we are abdicating our role. If we just sit back and
I am Joan of Arc, among other women. On those heroic Joan days, I ride brazenly, faith in hand and love in pocket, unswervingly confident that everything is light, guided, deliberate and engaged. There are other days when it is easy to stumble on the laces of 'realism'
What if we became reductionists, scrutinising action until we could discern the ocean of love in one thought? What if we stood back from the ego's gluttenous hankerings and pulled the carpet away from under the grand voice of achievement? Silence the haranguing voice of failure to the quick. Only then could
I am living. Yes, but is my every thought and action imbued with a quality of uncompromisingly honest and ruthless vitality? Am I alive? It all starts and ends with the breath. Concept and conclusion. Our USB portal to this world, to each moment of our