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fame and desire - a dichotomy

21/1/2020

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I don't seek fame or wealth, all I want is people to read and value my writing and to find within it  that which will make their lives better.
The trouble is, without fame and wealth, no one will ever notice my work.
​Therein lies the dichotomy.
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Because someone might be interested . . .

20/8/2019

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​Illusion of magic.
 
No doubt it’s what Merlin sought and perhaps in his own mind and perhaps yours, he might have found. We mostly have an idealistic view that he did, and even that he did exist, for it fulfils our own desires too. Why do we, without a shred of evidence, still speak of Unicorns, giants and monsters?
All artists create illusion, in music, poetry, painting, sculpture, yoga, martial art, in fact all human activity where true mastery can be achieved. Dreamers do it. It’s the creation of a sense of reality based on a dream. A dream that so often captivates human interest and a longing to be a part of that dream.  The soul is where the magic lies and that connection allows the dream to live on in our feelings of wonder and admiration for that which is perfection itself … but is not of our living world and bodies. Our soul shares the secrets with us in a way that can never be spoken.
True artists all see a magic beyond reality and the magic connects with the human spirit which actually is magic in reality.
The master crafts the song and the listener is gifted the understanding of a lifetime.
Enlightenment is not knowledge, it is understanding. Understanding is difficult to find and almost impossible to share. Excess knowledge is just clutter that litters the true path.
Truly enlightened artists only present the simplified lines of truth which express understanding itself and which is why we are moved by the image or illusion they present.
(We can use these terms in their broadest sense to encompass all masters of arts, painters, writers, dancers, gymnasts etc)
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Yes, Brexit !

17/1/2019

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The machinations around leaving the EU are all around us at this time. Whatever your view on the matter, it is not going well. It could be that we must suffer a great deal before we come out on the other side. I would offer this thought. People will risk all, including their lives, for freedom. Rarely will people have the same strength of feeling about wanting to stay in the control of others. When those who seek freedom are thwarted in their desires, then those who oppose them become their oppressors. They change from being the neighbour, the brother, the friend, to the enemy. When they rise up against oppression, they are seen by the establishment as now their enemy and a force of revolution that must be put down. Those seeking freedom will then find it only by looking through their prison bars and the liberal elite can continue their passive obedience to the madmen in control.

Not crazy ideas . .  just observations from history.
Our choice, hunter or scavenger.   
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It's free - but at a price!

26/12/2018

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Here is a pile of logs ready for splitting. What price will you pay for this free firewood? After all, they are free,aren't they?
It's your body will pay the price for your mind's version of 'free'. So, careful what you ask of it.
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Buy your bench before you die. . .

29/11/2018

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Recently we lost our good friend Eric to a terminal illness. Eric was a nature lover, a story writer and an accomplished poet. His only surviving relative has had a bench placed on the hill near Torrington and overlooking the river valley. A great way to remember Eric and how much he would have enjoyed to sit there himself . . . perhaps in spirit he will. Is it time to buy your own bench? Sit on it while you still can?
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Good old dad.

19/11/2017

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Many a time in life I have said these words, 'good old dad,' out loud. When something he taught me, told me or left me comes to use. An old fishing rod bag I use for aikido wooden weapons gave up the ghost the other day - the strap broke away.
I thought about sewing, or perhaps glue but then - inspiration !
Out in the garage I have a box of bits inherited from cobbling days. Amongst them were rivets. Must be 50 years old at least but as good as the day they were made. With judicious use of inherited tools the job was done. Clean easy and strong ... good old dad.
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Coincidence? I think not.

4/11/2017

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Recently, I was throwing a few darts at the board and without much success.
I decided on an experiment - to trust body over mind. Instinct over thinking. I relaxed and released my mind from the process and let my body throw the dart. Smack, dead centre it went.
I cannot repeat this, because now my mind knows what I am up to and won't relinquish control.
​Coincidence? Yeah, that's really likely eh?

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Renewing spirit.

13/3/2017

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  Surely in all of us there must be something of the adventurer, warrior, and philosopher; in all of us a curiosity to know ourselves; to step out of our sheltered place and into a wilder, grander world, to feel the wind and hear the sound of boots on snow, to feel the sun and watch the eagle fly. To enjoy the pleasurable fatigue of the honourable toil of journeys well made. To tell our tale and relive the feeling of our day, no matter success or loss, for those that tried can only win.
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The Christmas Card

5/2/2017

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The Christmas Card.
 
Five days I watched the letter box,
and not a thing came though.
Then seventeen came all at once,
though sadly, none from you.
 
 
Such fears as come with policeman’s knock,
not knowing, why or how,
and still I long to hear your news,
so missed in life, right now.
 
 
Bright envelopes of every size,
to open each, a thrill.
With eighty seven on display,
there’s one, I wait for still.
 
                                              January 8th 2017  
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Risk and rocks

28/7/2015

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The tide is on its way in, it's not a toy tide in this part of the world. Tidal range can be over six metres and wind and waves can make it much worse. The little dots on the rocks are climbers, doing this for fun. When the tide is in, where they stand now will be covered in water, even now, one slip is all it takes. There is no other way out but up. It's what they are there for . . . risk, and life.
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​​'That, which we often blindly seek, ​is in truth,
that within us, which is the seeker itself and always was.
It is the seeker in ourselves, we seek.'
​When you know this, you will be changed forever.

                                             RJS