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There is a Stage

There is a Stage There is a stage called the present moment that you are constantly stepping onto. If you concentrate you can sense its curtain call just under your navel, that union of courage and instinct. A breathing anchor that keeps you right here in the present action of your life. A whole cast


Haste You want to rush, get to the end work it out and have it solved. Who wouldn’t? But the cost, who pays the price of all this haste? A friend of mine knew Mirabehn Gandhi’s English companion. Her story; when the Mahatma found himself without a pencil she tore off to find it,

Homage to Hockney

In 2012 I went to see the Royal Academy Exhibition called 'A Bigger Picture' by David Hockney. It had an accompanying DVD. It made a deep impression on me and I wrote this. I felt part of a wonderful and challenging BiggerPicture! A Bigger Picture I view