mindful monday — although more powerful, are we any smarter?

I still believe that this series of lectures are the most important things I will spend my time considering in this decade.  I can only urge you to listen and decide for yourself.

maps of meaning part 1: monsters of our own making

maps of meaning part 2: games, fear and order

maps of meaning part 3: genesis, paradise and the self

maps of meaning part 4: evil, religion, truth and the force within

picture tuesday – rubble, stumps and thickets

“Most people can find the beauty of a garden self-evident and breathtaking.  How many look at the heap of plucked weeds; the rubble and stumps of areas being cleared?  How many look at the fallow-fields or the storm wrecked fallen tree?  How many look at the hedges and dense thickets that have been left to grow as they will?  These areas are no less beautiful than the tenderly cultivated flower bed simply because they are not accomplished in the glory of perfection.  Rather, they are perfect in the glory of possibility.  In them is a single basic lesson: that the earth is constantly fecund; that earth takes back anything, no matter what it is; that earth is the receiving ground for every aspect of nature and human life.” Deng Ming-Dao





The past number of months have been a perfect storm of events. Like massive black storm clouds that tear across prairie and open water; recent experiences, changes and travels have flung me far from my comfortable daily beaten path. With the rumble of thunder receding towards the horizon; I have begun to pick my way across the rain drenched landscape back to the regular postings and commentary on this blog.

There is something spectacular in looking at the world afresh after a tumultuous storm and it continues to occupy much of my attention. The wet scraps of dirt and grass  still cling to my bare feet as they slap through puddles, mud squishing up between my toes.

Sodden clothes have not begun to dry in the revived heat of the sun. The air still thickly humid and damp.

Droplets sparkle on gossamer filaments dangling between leafy twigs. Insects begin to show themselves and resume their march across branch and stalk.

There is still much to take in and sort before returning to my own bi-weekly posts. But in the interim I would like to share a series of lectures that have forcefully diverted my attention and occupied a sizable part of my attention and thoughts.

The hope being of course, that in the sharing there rests a a common road to traverse and a conversation to join in at the next settlement along the road of life.

My heartfelt thanks to those who have continued to check in, and until I return full time in September I hope the combination of posts I do manage to make and the links I will post one at a time will help to bridge the span of time.

1. Reality and the sacred


monday update: – away, away

Just a short update and a link to set the scene as I leave town for a week away.

The past spring has taken it’s toll and we’re not into summer yet. Our house is dry and a ten minute bicycle ride from the river but the impact of this years runoff from the roughly 150,000 square kilometre basin that drains into the 1,100 kilometres of river has been a nasty surprise to all those who believe we can profit from and manage our risks.

With a solid week of heavy rain, the mood is pretty somber. And it’s not a joke to say that I’m looking forward to greener pastures.


friday rolls around – sounds special

As Friday rolls around there only remains finding a way to compile the drivers for the scanner and we’re back in business with the pictures.  Assuredly a long way around to getting something right, but then that’s the thing about getting things right. I think of all those dedicated people out there with gardens, watercolours, poetry, meals, friends, blogs and loved ones who put out that little bit of extra dedication to making things not only special but the way they should be with no restraint.

These thoughts haven’t come to me by accident but by providence. Not having pictures to concentrate on I have had the chance to re-acquaint myself with some superb music while I have been working away.

Music has been a constant companion in my life and I’ve been lucky enough to spend years in dark-rooms of various kinds filled with the sounds of the best humanity has produced. In fact as I lay on the couch relaxing last evening, I realized that given the choice of a film,  book or drama of any sort, I would most definitely settle for an excellent pair of headphones and something to worthwhile to listen to.

And it was while listening to Radio Swiss Jazz that I came across this recording. Having had the opportunity to see many of the world’s great musicians up close and personal at the height of their careers, I was gob-smacked.

Not wanting to write critique, I leave it with you to listen with your heart and soul. And if all else fails, there must be someone in your life that you can sing this simple tune to.



If one song is not enough, you can watch another astounding concert here.

Kurentovanje – carnivale

“Battle between Carnival and Lent,” 1559.

Eggs, milk, butter, lard, and flour, it’s time now winter to say goodbye.

Martedi grasso, masopust, fastnacht – we toast the carne vale. With wooden clubs and hedgehog skins and beads, dubloons and throws. Then in fancy dress and masquerade into the street we go. Prepenitent and full of food to ring the pancake bell. Malasadas and fastlagsbulles, laskiaispulla for Bonhomme. We eat and dance and drink and sing, for the season that’s to come.