⚪ Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency 🟢

Sufficient to life is the living

🟢 Meditations on Awarenesses of Acceptance and Sufficiency ⚪

I see much value in the practice of Acceptance.

Acceptance smoothly paves solid ground over my treacherous impulse to blunder and bluff. Such responses stem from my self-regard blinkered from, perhaps fearful of and wilfully blind to the life I share with people around me.

Acceptance is tearing away my blinkers of self-regard.

Acceptance is me choosing to reduce my true size relative to “where I’m at”, and so I am released!

Acceptance releases me from confrontation, spite, doubt, confusion. Above all, I am released from the need to hide from others.

Acceptance of who I am, without precondition, with no judgement, opens me to self-love. Self-love may be timid, shy, inclined to spend time waiting. Self-love welcomed, accepted, is an invincible ally. Self-love will glory in reminding me of the mutually shared love story between my heart and me.

Acceptance is an unwavering loyal friend, as I walk hand in hand with my other awareness – Sufficiency.

Sufficiency is the time from the outside to the still-point centre of anything at all.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

There can be no outside of ‘Sufficiency’.

Sufficiency is Love’s second gift. The first is immeasurable presence.

When there is no longer a fear of death, the THISNESS of bliss is understood as Sufficiency in itself.

Sufficient is a living beating newborn heart, a rust encrusted pencil sharpener, the fractal three of clover, the pale Blue Dot seen through Saturn’s rings.

When Sufficiency arrives with a soundless extreme implosion of perfection, I am surprised it’s completely enough not to know, not to have been present, never to have loved, never to be more than merely somewhat…

It is my awareness of Sufficiency which links me directly to the sum of all joys.

Any joy of any sort piercing the living moment is sufficient.

For example, I may be kissed. At that instant, all the breaths I have ever breathed are contained in that kiss.

I do not think, “This is a kiss”.

A kiss which knows itself to be a kiss will instantly self-destruct and disappear as completely as if it had never been.

The treasure awaiting my discovery in any experience is made suddenly visible by my inborn ability to allow its inherent quality of Sufficiency to overtake both it and me.

Every such wholly-lived experience – no matter if it feels bad or good – is so naturally powerful for the simple reason that it arrives in my life carrying its own tiny share of the cosmic Big Bang.

For me, that presumed Singularity is where time, space, matter, co-exist with love. This is where we came from and where we will return.

Sufficiency is the end contained in the beginning.

Sufficiency is without form, because it allows for all potential outcomes from void.

The naked flesh of humility is clothed by Sufficiency.

Awareness of Sufficiency has more gravity than its own mass! It is the cornerstone of Acceptance.

Acceptance extends, as does Humility, as does compassion, as does peace, indefinitely, infinitely.

Gratitude for these infinite sufficiencies!

~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

Namasté 🕉️


If heightened sense of connection to all aspects of existence were sufficient all by itself, then my life and the entire caboodle would simply be a one-dimensional affair.

However, this experience of intensity is so myriadfold and multidimensional, it wells up, overflows the restricted borders of my own body and mind, so I have no choice but to share, and use every ounce of the strength of my living being to share and share it well.

I do reach out with my limited means of expression and with my words. These are so approximate to the task.

By these acts of core communication I confirm my humanity, my self-respect, and I try to make my own animal dignity an acceptable example among my fellow beings.

Namasté AUM

Author’s Foreword to EveryNow

A portal to life’s glory opened in February 2013. It engulfed me, Peter Pilley, and straight away began to transform me. Some time passed before I discovered that I was experiencing a heart opening. Further along this journey I realised what had opened would forever remain open.

I knew one thing for sure. The wash of new emotions and revelations was pure open-eyed joy. This goodness, this state of grace, was so utterly new to me, when I tried to open my mouth, I couldn’t find the words in English!

After this epiphany in 2013, I researched online and questioned close friends. I began to write things down in a digital journal. I searched urgently at high intensity to tease out meaning from my new condition of heightened awareness.

In my first 66 years, I had contented myself with “Living to Love”, which is pretty, but superficial. I knew I loved loving. I thought I believed in love. My daily search for love was dedicated, thorough and systematic.

As my heart awakes from a protracted hibernation, my own heart greets me again, and here is where wholesome, healthy “Loving to Live” begins!

And so, I recognise the search for love somewhere outside of me is a self-deluding illusion. I am remade whole again. I am like the baby in its first loving communion with the unknowable beauty of life lived in the eternity of the moment EveryNow.

Today, though I am at peace and at ease with my experience of being alive in this completeness of sentience in the moment, a gift I call EveryNow, it still feels as astonishing, safe and as brand new as it did at its unexpected and brilliant inception.

My EveryNow blog is not here to change you. It is to let you see the bliss and rooted peace that has found a happy home in me, can be yours too!

EveryNow can be yours if you “let go”, if you experiment with not trying to judge, choose or find, if you concentrate your senses with fierce, permanent and loving attention on the smallest things around where you sit, stand, walk or travel.

The most effective way to communicate about the constantly exploding sensations of the deep-seated, unshakable bliss I feel today, is to connect to its source  —  the heart.

During my first six doldrum decades, I neglected to hold communion with my heart. This means that during these recent years living with my heart in archaeological excavation, I have to learn in baby steps how to speak the language of heart. This will take up all my remaining years. It is the sweetest of all possible challenges!

In 2018, my journal turned into the EveryNow blog, which you can see on www.everynow.blog by WordPress. I am continuing to add to it. It’s branching, rooting, ever growing, just like a garden.

I write the everyday stories you’d expect from someone who has had the shock of massive heart opening. I write of love, compassion and praise for the glories of living from the heart. I illustrate my blog posts mostly with my own photos or artwork.

I love creative photography. I have been taking photos since I was 12. You can find some under the Media tab on www.everynow.blog

I hope you read my blog posts the way you walk with a curiosity all of your own around a new garden in your favourite season of the year. Sniff the odd flower, spot a lacewing, climb high up a different tree, because Love is Present EveryNow

Have a care!

Sydney’s New Year’s Eve fireworks extravaganza ushers in 2020. Wolter Peeters.

Only care!

We do not know what the future may bring us.

If it were true that we also did not care what the future may bring, we would not take notice of the cyclic nature of our existence.

If we also did not care about the future, we would not attribute enough importance to it to wish one another the best outcome that each would attempt to extract from that place of wishfulness we arbitrarily call New Year, anniversary, birthday.

I do care. I do take notice. And I attribute more urgency and importance even than do you, to your own successful outcomes, big and small, in this solar cycle of your precious life.

We are all one, we share DNA, we survive the centuries and we thrive, not in turning our back on one another’s trials and tribulations, but because we gladly accept that we utterly depend on the successes of the myriad choices everyone makes EveryNow.

The small choices we make, one by our beautiful ones, together form the networks of humanity which support me, you, everyone and everything we care about.

~ Love is present EveryNow

The Acceptor

The Acceptor

There is a pressure from within to be creative. Our human creative impulse is sacred and precious, and it springs eternal from within us all.

I tend to measure the extent of my wellbeing by how much room and time I devote to any creative thought, impulse or activity.

I brindle and bristle loudly at the mention of things inside feeling as if they are not right during blank or uncreative episodes. I would get even more agitated, if these periods of no creativity are called out as not good.

The leafless “lifeless” trees in winter engage in new life-giving creativity through a symbiosis of biochemical fungal activity deep in their earth-bound roots.

In recent years, the intense all pervading peace I have found through conscious cultivation of acceptance during the seemingly dead zones of my weeks and days has taught me to be the Acceptor.

I can accept harmony and balance continue growing wholesome and undamaged even though I may not be able to visit or view or creatively engage with them, when my heart seems cloaked off in those null, dull, dark times.

I am not unlike a living rooted plant. I must gratefully accept as gifts the fluctuations in the circumstances and the environment that is mine. Like a plant, I accept that certain elements like harmony and balance may play out on such large time-scales that I may not get so much as a reassuring glimpse of them in my daily life.

I do know my whole being is well-taken care of by mysterious forces of Lunar wellness and Solar goodness. I do know I am massively grateful to have occasional glimpses by the Ah! of simple hindsight into those mysterious and ever-present flows of life-giving strength which the Sun and Moon fill me with.

Summer and winter

Come and go

See the sense of season

Sleep naked of reason

Love is present EveryNow

In a distant galaxy

In a galaxy a long way away, I found a Palace. It was made during millions of years of evolution, and its existence was the urge to grow.

It grew away from the centre of its planet, and was admired by all who had ganglions to admire with.

The empty Palace requires a visitor, for with no witnesses, the structure exists inchoate, incomplete. With or without a witness, it crumples and melts down into the loam of its origin anyway.

It has constructed itself to be an object of desire to beings with legs or wings.

In their absence, it relies on its trillion brethren to display its message and with it to fill every space between fire and ice.

Long ago, it took the form that love takes whenever love has the opportunity to dance with atoms.

Therefore it has no need to say, “Love”.

~ ♡ 🌟 ♡ ~

[This report from an interstellar explorer was rebroadcast to its galaxy far far away, in the hope that the Palaces of Earthly Love may come to be recognised, venerated and given the status of Universal Stellar Protection by all star-system populations for all time]


I took a photo of an unusually coloured striated garden poppy. Later that day, I enhanced it slightly, to post it on Facebook, and then the line came, “In a galaxy a long way away”.

The combined factors involved in the arrival on Earth of such a complex botanical structure are all but impossible comprehend.

My whole life I have struggled to find out how mathematics, geometry, cellular biology, phytochemistry and evolutionary botany, could affect an organism whose purpose of existence is single-pointed, and whose outward form is graceful, coherent simplicity.

A most effective and dramatic perspective I have been using for years is to pretend I have stepped off a Flying Saucer and am taking stock of an endless variety of never-seen, never-imagined Earthly life forms.

What happens when I, a creature from another solar sytem, am walking in a land of non-stop discovery?

In a flash, my perspective broadens by astronomical leaps. I am one being in a Cosmos of beings, all completely different, yet all sharing life.

My restless questions about origins, about shape, form and composition fade into a lower state of urgency. What matters is the universality of life.

My garden poppy is a messenger of life, and the astonishment is clear. Poppy exists throughout the millenia.

The manner of life’s self-assembly, of life’s urge to exist, endure, and replicate have come to me in this one flower – just for me and only at this point in time – via the operation of whole epochs of confusion, destruction and rebirth.

I have no reason to be shy to say this. It represents the result of massive recurring surges of the pure powers of love on our planet.

There is something inexplicable and unfindable in the startling grace displayed in this poppy. The grace does not require analysis or research. It simply asks of me to release all question, and to accept with childlike wonder the blindingly brilliant fact of its existence, here and now, with me

My flame survives the silent violence of my storm

I’m a flame that survives the silent violence of my storm.
Artwork by @gavadana

I am a thriving flame that survives the silent violence of my storm.

Awareness and acknowledgement all the time of the stark fact of impermanence is central to maintaining my healthy lifestyle. 

The more I allow myself to live in transience, the more grounded I am. The more grounded, the more I’m content and at peace.

Peace of mind is the starting point for all the honeyed delights of communal sharing.

Simply because we might never see each other again, all whom I meet are lit up brilliantly by the shining peace in the heart of this moment together!

Celebrate! We, you, I, like the very ground beneath our bodies, are made of impermanence.

Happy EveryNow

~ Love is present EveryNow


Hengistbury Head in spring

At an elevation of 30 metres, my heart looks out towards the sea.

It is the English Channel. It is home to fish I cannot see, crustaceans, microorganisms. Their hearts are beating at depths I cannot see.

I am aware of the entire planet, the continuation to where I cannot see, over the horizon. More sea, more living heart beating life forms. And they are all in one vast interconnected body of salt water called seas and oceans covering the planet.

I turn round to face away from this extravagance of elemental water. I look instead to where my home is, the homes of my friends, family, those I think of as individuals who form part of the crowds of people.

As I live and breathe, the living breathing lives of land, sea and air breathe with me and to me.

Sleepy heads are hidden under feathered wings, cold-blooded vertebrates that do float, insects numbersome as the stars in the crevices of the sky.

All and each are trending small lives of supreme value.

The trillion facets of the diamond of life!

Outside inside

My outside is my inside playground

The inside is the outside.
The outside is the inside.
In darkest night,
nothing changes from the
inside to the outside.

The sun rises over me.

In the light I see the outside
as identical to the inside.
Glory, huge hugging glory,
expands and I know
the inside is bigger than the outside


I have been shaken to my depths since the war began in Ukraine. I have been trying to rebalance, to rediscover my equanimity. Why do I feel the pain so of these sufferers? Where is safety now? What is lit now on my path, where I used to need nothing to light my way?

It is hard work this cleaning of the heart’s wounds. It is good to light one by one the guttering candles on my way, my patient way to remember. My heart waits for me in the Middle Way. I know exactly where to look

🟡🔎Solar burn🔍🟡

Posto 10, Ipanema

I packed a few pine tree wood discs, sandpapered for this trip, along with my lenses.

I choose a quiet spot to set up ‘shop’ on Ipanema beach. I seat myself on my folding camp stool on the sand with my back turned three-quarters to the Sun. Polished wood in my left hand, a smallish lens in my right.

Now I have arrived. I’m in shorts, peaked cap on my head. I’m wearing glasses that protect me from 85 per cent of sunlight and from all harmful rays.

I am here at one of the most famous beauty spots on the planet. After the relative greyness of Northern Europe, I should be hyper aware of the privilege of being on Ipanema Beach. Normally my senses would be opened and scanning. I’d be drinking, seeing, hearing and loving these moments in paradise on earth.

As always, the meditative buzz of Solar Pyrography welcomes me. Soon my breathing slows, my mind empties, and what I am doing takes all of my focus. Smoke and occasionally sweet resin-scented flames rise from my wood disc, as if from a sacrificial offering.

When people see me, they nudge each other, pause and say, “Look what that man’s doing!” It’s easy to leave them on the edge of my vision.

The kids are not so shy. They barge in close. Thankfully they accept me with my monosyllabic noises. Some notice their shadows block my work. My lens moves on. Who will go home and try for themselves this trick of fire with a lens and sunlight? I am always amazed that Solar Burning is such an unknown activity in hot countries.

The Rio sun hurts. I’m in a race to finish my commission before the thirst and the pain drive me away. I’m not sunning myself, swimming, surfing, strolling along admiring the sea, the surf or the mountains. I am not drinking Brahma beer or ice-cold fresh juice from coconut stalls.

I am here, but I am not here! I am in an altogether other place.

It is as heavenly as this fabulous Brazilian holiday destination. This heavenly place is entirely contained inside of me by the precisely controlled actions of my body as I focus Sun energy through a glass onto pine wood

The engaged couple’s initials, B and D, woven into a heart made of hearts above the Lover’s Knot, looks ready to me. I hope they like it back home in Dorset.