What do you think of this image? The guys at ponderabout.com came across one of my prose poems, and created this image to share on their inspirational site. It surprised me when they asked for my permission to publish one of my prose poems because I didn’t know that I had written any. I thought
Is there a problem you’re trying to solve in your life right now? Or maybe you prefer a more positive spin: Is there a challenge you’re encountering, ripe with opportunity and blessings that you’ve yet to see? Looking back, what was the last problem you solved, and how did you do it? What was the
“How do I know which dream to start with?” emailed Tim, eager to begin applying some of my techniques. Tim remembers four or five dreams a night, and realises that working in depth with one dream a day would be too much. “I was hoping you might answer my question in a blog,” she said.
“I met a completely new person in my dream, yet he felt so familiar. I must have created him, the details of his face and body, his clothing, but why that feeling of knowing him so well?” It was my birthday earlier this week, and we were out celebrating when we bumped into a friend,
Picture this: You look into the mirror at three years old and recognise yourself. The next day the mirror tells the same story. And the next and the next. Okay, so one day a tooth falls out and your mirror picture shows you without your tooth, but otherwise nothing has changed. Day by day, year
I was looking through the window, settling into blog-writing mode while watching the play of sunlight and shade move across a particularly beautiful rock, when I realised that part of the rock wasn’t rock at all. It was a large, sunbathing, frilled lizard. I tried shifting my gaze in an effort to blend him back
I saw the movie Samsara yesterday, and awoke this morning with a New Year alchemy idea for you to do. I’ve called it Samsara Alchemy, and as I type those words something deep within jumps to attention and formulates a concept for a book by that title, so I take a note to self. In
Isn’t it interesting that when we see something new, we first try to fit it with what we already know? Our tendency is to categorise this with that, to file today’s experiences to fit in with yesterday’s, to make sense of our world by making it connect with the picture we have been building, day
“Why do we dream in black and white?” It’s a question I’m often asked, and it always makes me smile. “We don’t,” I reply. “You don’t remember noticing colours in your dreams, so you assume you dream in black and white. And shades of grey. But now you know you can dream in colour, you
When you’re dreaming, you think the dream is for real, don’t you? When you wake up, you’re surprised to find that your dream didn’t happen. When you’re awake, you know that you also experience a dream reality, but when you’re asleep, you don’t know that you also experience a waking reality. The dream is it,
