For Presence and Mystery

For Presence 

Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.

Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. 

Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon. 

Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.

Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity. 

May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame. 

May anxiety never linger about you. 

May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of

 Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
no attention.

Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul. 

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.


~ John O’Donohue ~


(To Bless the Space Between Us)



Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers,
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance…. Then to good sleep,
and – if it happens – glad waking.


~ Philip Booth ~

(Lifelines: Selected Poems 1950-1999)

Kindness Among Us

This started out quite differently – a quite bright blue – but along the way it softened until this final image emerged. I looked at it and felt it represented the grace of kindness among us as I’ve seen a couple of examples of kindness from strangers in the past couple of days. One image was of people hugging someone who was suicidal on a bridge for an hour until help arrived to lift him over and back to safety. Then I saw a video of a cat fight where one cat fell into the water and a complete stranger rushed over, fished the cat out (the ungrateful moggy stalked off!) and then casually walk away. When you open your eyes, kindness is all around us – something to remember and console and hearts and souls given all the negativity which gets so  much attention.

Free Speech: The Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth

This image has shades of blue which represent communication; turquoise representing comunication with love; feathers which in shamanic terms represent words and speech; rays of power for right speech; and fire to send up in flames words of hate and intolerance.

I’ve been thinking for some time about free speech and political correctness.  The latter, it seems to me, is simply a matter of courtesy: you can no longer with impunity make comments that are offensive to women, people with disability, LGBT people, people of colour, people of different religions. You cannot, these days, go around making offensive comments and think it’s okay. It’s not. Hate speech is so often a part of patriarchy and patriarchy is starting to crumble. I won’t say it’s over, because obviously it’s not – witness the last throes and thrashing around in the Trump administration.

Free speech, on the other hand, is a bit tricky. Yes, you have a right to put your views BUT the same applies as it does to political correctness: you do not have the right to be horribly offensive or  make comments which incite violence or hatred towards particular groups of people who are not white.

Because when you look at those who are loudest about free speech, all too often they are the ones who say it’s okay to make homophobic comments; to make racist jokes about minority groups; to vilify the religious beliefs of  Jewish and Muslim people; to cheer when Donald Trump advocates violence against people who don’t support him; to sneer at people with disabilities; to deny the Holocaust of World War 2 never happened. Why?  Because they go beyond the bounds of decency, tolerance and kindness.

And when it comes to the mainstream media, the idea of free speech really is a bit of a joke. You, me and the average person on the street do not have ready access for free speech in the highly influential corporate media (although that hold is abating somewhat with the rise of social media). But magnates like Rupert Murdoch and those in the UK who are super-wealthy and own the like so the Daily Telegraph or Daily Express do have the right to say what they like whether it’s the truth or not.  And if they are, on the very rare occasion, found to have overstepped the mark, you’ll find an apology in small print buried towards the back of the publication.

Frankly, I think it’s time to draw a line in the sand when it comes to the so-called free speech of the extreme right, the white nationalists, the self-appointed militia, the KKK, the racists because of the impact it has on sections of society who find themselves faced with discrimination, violence, death threats, arson, bullying, terror and hate. The people who demand free speech for themselves to advocate discrimination are not the ones on the receiving end of the violence their “free speech” invokes. They are not the children who are scared they’ll be pulled out of school and deported. They are not the undocumented migrants who work hard to support themselves and their families with honest toil. They are not Aboriginal, Native American, African-American, Middle Eastern  people who face discrimination because they aren’t white. They aren’t non-white people being abused on the streets.

Free speech requires a degree of self-governance – that we are respectful, polite, kind, tolerant and compassionate. And if you can’t abide by those guidelines, then just stay quiet and don’t show yourself up to be a lesser human being.




Sacred Sanctuary Space

Sacred Space

Zultanite My friend, Dawn, who sells crystals in North Cyprus, brought back a rare, new stone from her recent trip to Istanbul.  It’s called Zultanite, I’ve been wearing it over my thymus centre and found it has encouraged focus, creativity, calmness, spiritual centring and self-care.

Zultanite is so rare it is only found in Anatolia, Turkey.The name pays homage to the sultans of the Ottoman Empire in the late 13th century, laying the foundation for modern day Turkey. Zultanite is an intriguing stone because it can display a whole range of colours. Mine is generally colourless to a light grey-green, but at the base has a lovely rainbow and you can see flashes of deep pink. This piece is framed by marcasite.

As I’ve been working with Zultanite, I felt the urge to create a sacred sanctuary space on the verandah just outside my study.  It’s a very special space, has lattice around it to give it privacy, and has lovely views to the north of the Besparmak Mountains, to the Mediterranean in the south, and across a very lush paddock to the west, the lushness due to the heavy rains we’ve had here in Cyprus this past winter and spring. It connects me with nature which really feeds my soul and spirit.

Below are photos of my new sacred space – actually encouraged by the fact that the cold weather has gone and we have really hit spring: 32C (90F) tomorrow. As we get strong winds blowing across the paddock from the west in winter, this space is really only comfortable when the days warm up.

Sacred Santuary Stones
Petrified wood, clear quartz cluster, Buddha statue and angel figurine on the small ledge overlooking my sacred space.

Sacred Sanctuary  Sacred Sanctuary Space (2)

Sacred Sanctuary Space (3)
View from my Sanctuary ‘Space over paddock adjoining our apartment. The building on the right is one of the Merit Hotels dotted along the coast – we call it Legoland because it’s so kitsch.
Zen space view
Our plant pots running along beside our apartment.


Web of Light

Web of LightThis image is based on a photo a friend took of an amazing mass of cobwebs, then layered onto various images of cobwebs I created with Pixlr gizmos. Again – the web of light links all of us and perhaps this is an era when we can start repairing the broken threads between us all with grace, love and light hearts and souls.

Here’s the original image, aren’t the cobwebs amazing?


Love of the People

Love of the People

Jesus was a bit of a lad, you know.

Liked the poor, loved kids, kicked the crap out of moneylenders,

told the truth, hobnobbed with prostitutes,

fed to five thousand people fishes and loaves

(ever thought that without the “a” loaves becomes “loves”?)

and never asked if anyone was on food stamps, slept rough,

had to access food banks, had ID, wore shoes, was mentally ill

or happened to be a different colour.

So bearing witness to His deeds

(which many seem to have forgotten, these days)

I want to sing a hymn of praise to

toilet cleaners/road sweepers/refuse collectors/

construction workers/wait staff/bus drivers/

railway workers/teachers/kindergarten staff

and anyone doing so-called lowly work

whom I may have forgotten.

I do so because these unsung heroes & heroines

serve our lives in small (but great) ways,

often overlooked in the worship of Mamon

for these days if you aren’t a Kardashion/Hilton/

or other parasitical celebrity or brash billionaire

your life is overlooked.

I quite think that Jesus would have taught

that the real wealth lies  with those who toil unnoticed

but make our lives better.

I think he might not look too kindly on

 those who sell their soul to the almighty dollar,

who take pride in denying right wages/right livelihoods/

right opportunities to good, hardworking people,

while lining their own pockets with bribes, corruption, corporate welfare

and who have forgotten (or ignored) true service:

to the soul, to Grace, to the sacred,

to the light of Divinity within  humanity

(including the poor, downtrodden, homeless and starving)


to respect for the true spirit of a simple man, Jesus Christ.