O my Friends, a diamond sits lifeless and insignificant in the dark
O my Friends, a diamond sits lifeless and insignificant in the dark
¡ Freeing myself from my illusion of lack of self worth!
Last week in the guided relaxation at the end my Yoga class, my teacher was reminding me to thank my lungs for their ability to breathe, to thank my heart for its vital sustain of rhythm, and then she suggested I be thankful to my Soul!

Well I never did hear the like of such a thing before!
Nevertheless, I duly went to my soul and I was thankful.
That’s when I saw the image of an eye form in my mind.
It was like a black and white artist’s pencil drawing. Undramatic, realistic. Just this eye gently looking off to the left. I saw it has bushy eyebrows. This was my eye! I was seeing the gentleness in me as others may see it, but I was gazing appreciatively for the first time at serious, nice “me”.
My surprise dissolved the image. However, I was still in a deeply relaxed state, and so I returned to look, still with my eyes closed, at the pleasant sight of the the rest of my own features began to take shape as well.
I had the reaction, “Did you see that!” as of someone in the front seat of a car, who turns round to say to the person on the back seat, who has seen and who knows.
Ever since I had this incontrovertible confirmation of me as my own friend and companion, my heart has been singing new and carefree tunes. I say “ever since” … it’s only been three days!

My personal photo walking tour of a remarkable spa town in the State of Minas Gérais Brazil. The place where my wife grew up. A place of community, of generations of people who matter to each other. A place of intense impressions of calm and colour and rooted existence. A place of love that my camera rejoices in.

~ Love flows EveryNow…
The established trees along this rushing stream are participant to the continual flow of it.
I may enquire, because there are answers.
Ask then. What of the highly recognisable rush of the waters that draws our attention with its sound and vision?
And what of the reality of this noise and movement to the deaf-blind trees’ long life.
Ask what of the reality of the waters’ journey in terms of the immobility of the trees?
This scene contains answers.
It does not make any request of a viewer. It does not require a response from a viewer. It does not require a viewer.
The power of these watery flows, and their relationship to the land in which they are in motion are entirely sufficient unto themselves.
We, you and I, have no input whatsoever.
What may be gifted to me to notice, when I place my awareness between the waters and my heart, is the mysterious non-attached love which exists and which is the love-attractor for the continued existence of the riverside trees
~ Love is present EveryNow



🍃The charms on the chains of life🕸️
I’m deeply attracted to those remaining places where insect life reigns.
These noisy, twigling, wriggly, knee-high places remind me of me in the early 1950s.
Where grassy meadows do richly teem with countless varieties of colourful insects, winged and not winged.
Long-legged. Short legged. Antennae that wave so thoughtfully.
Huge wings spread out of small wing cases with dizzy quickness.
Compound eyes saturated with alien intelligence.
Knobbly impossibly miniaturised knees. Prehistoric fang-spikes set on dry thighs. Body hair for defence, not warmth.
Respect for the tiny weapons that can hurt small children so much.
I’m a little boy again. I am fascinated to discover and observe brightly coloured, fleshy caterpillars, and moths with rich decorative symmetrical patternings, like colour illustrations from the pages of my Jules Vernes science fantasy book.
Camouflaged crickets with military markings. Crackly green grasshoppers crawling and jumping out away from me, everywhere I walk.
I see these populations using their brains to absorb what their senses say to them. The blood red ones cluster on white cowparsley flowers to feast on tiny nectar pots. Some pause, and are distracted to mount one another.
The stench of cowpats, not repellant to me, sometimes attracts horseflies. I soon learn they can deliver a sting far more powerful than stinging nettles.
Pollen smokes off the grass panickles. The loud cawing of rooks around the crown of the giant elm tree. Is it hunger? Fright? I am curious about their recognition of stimuli whose inflows are invisible and unknowable to giant little me.
In response to their needs, insect innards compel them like lightning into unprovoked instant propulsion.
Zero-to-Cheerio in less than the blink of my eye. Gone. Undiscoverable except to their own kind!
See them all today. They are in perpetual motionlessness.
See them exposed in thin rows and rectangular ranks. They are pinned to white boards under sheets of glass in the reference shelves of natural history museums.
How long ago was this great gleaning? Not long after me, a little boy, utterly lost to wonder, had gone away to be schooled.
Not a long time later, almost all would be disappearing. Insufficient numbers for a quorum, let alone for a tapestry carpet of rowdy noise.
Imperial Chemical Industries and others began to send swarms of besuited salesmen out into the countryside.
They rode their cars through puddled single track lanes to offer the farmers guaranteed yield increases and government approved blandishments impossible to ignore.
I do so love insects, specially insects in huge gatherings in long grasses together.
Their noisy and visible presence are blessings on us humans.
They signal to us by their sounds, by their intermittent reveals from out of hiding, and by their flashes of semaphore sightings that theirs is the dance of fecundity in the Big Green – the precious green space we all of us share and completely depend on – the natural ecology
~ Love is present EveryNow

* In real time *
The creation of trust in myself and the learning of how to trust others takes real time.
We are not mechanical beings. We are suffering creatures. We have no switches to throw. No switches to start or to stop suffering.
What I do have is me and time.
This points to one of the many reasons why the time we all have is not for idly wasting. Our lives are finite, our time here together is limited. We can rise above these limits. We can transcend them for a while together. We can fly.
If I fly, I do so accompanied by great joy. To learn to have wings to fly in all honesty and integrity I need time.
I need Time to learn to live. Time to learn how others live. Time to learn the languages of love. Time to heal from pain inflicted and pain afflicting. Time to reflect and to be grateful. Time in which to lose all that I am and all that I have. Time for sharing all of these as widely as possible.
If I use all the time I have…
if I revere and sanctify the precious gift it is, then my life and my end of my life
become one and the same moment !
I live my moments in the peace of a force ten gale. The more I welcome my life which rips me and rips through me in real time, the more I approach with joy the end of my time.
The end of my time clothed only in peace
* In real time *

At the lighting of dawn’s light I saw with speechless horror that night had turned its back on me and would not shield me from view.
And so I understood my time had arrived.
I completely gave up the impossible battle with myself.
The pain stopped. It stopped like a drawn out shriek run out of breath.
Courage took hold and I dared to start over with no assumptions, no power of control.
The words and deeds I had been in such desperate need of found expression in my throat.
I found I could act on the deeds I had thought were utterly beyond my capacity.
I walked forward. It was a never before. It was an ever-after. It was unimportant if it was day or if it was night. I stepped into my power. A fish that moves by barely moving, and then is not seen!
Words don’t fail me now.
Words return from their pilgrimage beyond the distant horizon where I know my soul extends, and they break in salty surf on the beach – faithful, compliant, rhythmic.
ALL SHALL BE WELL; AND ALL SHALL BE WELL; AND ALL MANNER OF THING SHALL BE WELL [Julian of Norwich]
I never look back since that long fruitless night of prayer.
I do nothing to light the way.
The way is lit.
The way is inexpressibly beautiful always.
I choose thoughts, because I can.
I choose long and hard, enough that I dwell on thoughts of love.
I choose to look out for the vocabulary of love.
I choose the means to make the mouth of the mind clear for loving.
I give no home in my mouth to words of fear or hate.
So choose!
Be bold enough to speak out loud about love, always and everywhere.
One fine day, you will pause, and you will see a beautiful person steps to meet you.
A beautiful figure treads a path that lights up all by itself with neither conscious nor unconscious volition.
This person is you
~ Love is present EveryNow

A walk in autumn woods. Webs keep sticking to my face and hair.
I don’t do anything.
I cannot brush away love.
Love invisible clings, melds, envelops.
I do nothing.
So, unopposed, love loves to surprise and caress


Is it not incomprehensible that thin stems of dead grasses, or reeds, they bend to every gale and rain storm and they remain upright.
They display the same gentle curvaceous grace as when they were still alive among the bees and butterflies so many weeks before?
I know people who are like this…
❤️

Let yourself let go.
Give yourself up to yourself.
You are beautiful. You are love
~ Love is present EveryNow

It is wasteful and demeaning to ignore beauty or to pass beauty by on the other side of the road.
Yellow Buddleja just happens to be more superlative than itself!

*Meditation on Nourishment*

Delight is up side down side inside and out.

💠 I am a time traveller 🔷
I know that the stirrings in me which crises cause are like clear waters suddenly made muddy. I know the dread of that vanished transparent calm where all was clear and simple to see.
The plateau of my heart’s ease, where grass is green, and no wind ruffles, is a gift to be accepted. The calm of uneventful days is like the sunshine on an airborne jet – I trust revolutions of power beyond my ken are churning on the inside, keeping me safe.
I accept the days of “nothing doing” are like when I neck the first drink of cool water in the morning. I absorb bright colourless refreshment in the certainty it will reach into my darkest roots.
But I also know to stand back from insisting to myself that I must thrash out sense and meaning out of turbulent emotions. Danger of death inside, or at the very least, the drear drag of continuing ignorance, is the reward for fruitless fight with my own shadows.
I have learned that the swirl of sediment that now blinds my view of where I am going is composed of mysterious particles!
These are the smashed up, mashed up micro fragments of old certainties.
I do not tread them into the dirt. They are more valuable than gold dust, more alive than my own breath, because, unlike mud which petrifies into rock on settling, I know they will recrystallise into brand new beauty.
My road which was secure is now blazing into a lava flow. My tears explode as they fall! My past mistaken faith in my own limited abilities have taught me to give up my Quixotic tilting at mental windmills. I trust that faith and unconditional hope in compassionate powers far stronger than any of my own will arrive, soothe me, and build my new spiritual bones.
I know I will give myself the gift of time, waiting in faith and trust. My roots are active, though I neither hear nor see the least motion.
This is how trees await Spring, and birds the Sunrise.
I will have stood aside and observed the swirls of pain in my chest. I will have felt them retch up my throat. I will have committed to memory the dried tears I see on my own face.
And, at the end of all of this, I will see walking towards me, with the magical mutual smiles of recognition spreading over both our faces, myself and I, as we fall into an embrace for the first time
~ Love is present EveryNow
Email to a new Friend about to go travelling…

It’s Full Moon.
Where we come from is largely known to both of us solely from the personal presence shown by one to the other.
It is a transparently good place or I should not be writing you this.
The direction where we are going is a mutually encouraged movement which has all of the same attributes as those of a grand meal – expectation of savours, many unknown – but without any sense of fear or alienation.
Cleave to your journey, O pal.
Stay alert, record and share, discuss and digest.
Be open, humble, respectful of all you meet, judge none, avoid none, give full attention.
The butterfly effect operates only at such a distance that it is out of sight. Your smile is seen. You move on. That life-affirming energy aroused by your smile may engender springs of hope in individuals, families, cities, entire populations which you cannot and need not understand.
All you need to understand is that you have immense latent power. It is the power of choice to smile.
Turn away only from those whose minds have diverted far from life’s glory that they see only negation and fear. You do not need to be smeared, in mind, heart nor body.
Only see the myriad tiny things, because in the end our lives are upright and we survive only because we are intimately and eternally supported by the microcosm of everyday sublime simple beauty.
Never ever pass up the chance to giggle.
With love
As ever

What is there
between
the in-breath and the outbreath?
Nothing to do
and
all the time in the world
to do it
~Love is present EveryNow