Monthly Archives: April 2015

Collide

Originally posted on In Repair:
You are not what you have done. Nor are you the result of what’s been done to you. You are an angel. You are not the beer bottles lined up against the wall from the…

Collide

Originally posted on In Repair:
You are not what you have done. Nor are you the result of what’s been done to you. You are an angel. You are not the beer bottles lined up against the wall from the…

Do yourself a favour and watch “Symphony of the Soil”

Originally posted on Promoting a healthy, sustainable, resilient food system.:
Make yourself a cuppa, close the door to all the household noise, sit down and take the time to watch this incredible documentary. It is insightful, moving, educational, thought-provoking, shocking,…

Do yourself a favour and watch “Symphony of the Soil”

Originally posted on Promoting a healthy, sustainable, resilient food system.:
Make yourself a cuppa, close the door to all the household noise, sit down and take the time to watch this incredible documentary. It is insightful, moving, educational, thought-provoking, shocking,…

A kind of love 

This is unconditional love We create. Pushing past possession, Learning past limitation. We are together yet separate. Part of each other, yet our own. You teach me, love.

A kind of love 

This is unconditional love We create. Pushing past possession, Learning past limitation. We are together yet separate. Part of each other, yet our own. You teach me, love.

Some random thoughts on the power of your mind

I was meditating when three sentences came to me: “Figure out how how difficult it is. Don’t make it more difficult than it is. Tackle the difficulty.”  Eureka, I thought. The simplest concepts can elude us when we let our

Some random thoughts on the power of your mind

I was meditating when three sentences came to me: “Figure out how how difficult it is. Don’t make it more difficult than it is. Tackle the difficulty.”  Eureka, I thought. The simplest concepts can elude us when we let our

From myself at some point past

The more I wait, the more it weighs on me. The more I write, the less fake it feels. The more I smile, the better my day gets. The more I dream, the more my dreams come true. The more I trust,

From myself at some point past

The more I wait, the more it weighs on me. The more I write, the less fake it feels. The more I smile, the better my day gets. The more I dream, the more my dreams come true. The more I trust,