From The Love of Devotion
Like many other things in life, dancing seems to revolve around strengthening one’s ego. I prefer to think of it as letting a little piece of life come through us, together with another person who is gracious enough to want to share a little piece of life with us. It could be something pure. Or powerful. Or happy. Is it possible that the purity, power or happiness could simply express itself through a trained body and mind without the ego and its never-ending problems? Continue reading “We Are Here For God”
Here is the next section of Pittown.
Acceptance is easier when one is powerless.
Chapter 5: Unexpected
“It’s good for the money,” said Benjamin glancing around Merlyn’s Pittown unit.
He wanted her to have a decent place because he was decent. Relationships are a different thing. Decent can go out the window. Sometimes, it should.
Merlyn messaged him yesterday asking him to visit.
“How’s your new job?” enquired Benjamin.
“The lady is adorable,” said Merlyn.
“And the son?” asked Benjamin.
“Just as lovely but more reserved,” said Merlyn. “I don’t see him much. Only at handover.” Benjamin nodded. The undercurrent was starting to swirl. Merlyn felt it best to get to the point. Continue reading “Pittown: The Moving Buddha”
Here is the next part of Pittown.
Beauty is the soul of life. If we learn to see beauty, we are never far from God.
Chapter 2: Benjamin
Although the Pittown cafe owner had misjudged Merlyn’s friend to be her husband, she actually did have a husband. An estranged husband, anyway. The estrangement was how she came to be living in Pittown. Merlyn and Benjamin had only been married for three years. It wasn’t long but, as it turned out, long enough. They had known each other for two years previous to getting married. Merlyn wasn’t a big fan of getting married but Benjamin had fallen in love with her and very much wanted the marriage to work. For her part, Merlyn both loved and was in love with Benjamin in return. However, unlike Benjamin, she knew that he was ill-prepared for the reality of a committed relationship. She also knew that love is the most powerful force in the universe, so she gave Benjamin and the marriage her best shot and put her faith in his love to get him through. Continue reading “Pittown: The Sleeping Prophet”
HERE IS THE BEGINNING OF A NEW STORY – PITTOWN!!
Chapter 1: Remarkably Ordinary
Before her eyes opened, Merlyn sensed the soft, red glow behind the makeshift curtain which hung unevenly over the window. The unit was relatively modern and clean, and had heating and cooling that worked. Pittown, as a suburb, was ordinary but she could afford the rent on her own. Remakably ordinary, thought Merlyn as she walked a couple of doors to the only decent cafe. Continue reading “Pittown: Remarkably Ordinary”
Good fiction is not only based on believable and interesting characters but, at its centre, is THE QUOTE. The whole point of storytelling is to set the scene for something important to occur. This is generally encapsulated in the words of the characters at strategic points along the way. When we recall loved novels, we recall moments of meaning, change, and insight. Often, we can remember the exact words that were said. I sometimes think, with a little amusement, that writing fiction is like a long, drawn-out way of writing nonfiction. It takes a lot of words, conversations, and stage-setting to get to the point we want to make.
Below is a comprehensive list of quotes from the four books of the Waldmeer Series. Continue reading “The Pointy End of Fiction”
All significant relationships have a price. It’s not that relationships are a sacrifice. After all, who wants a life of sacrifice? It is more a matter of priorities. We can’t do everything in life and we can’t be with everyone in life. In choosing what we will do and with whom, we automatically make priorities. If something is at the top of our list then other things have to come second or third or last. Continue reading “Relationships and Commitment”
Poem by Hafiz.
Read by Donna Goddard.
At Warrandyte River, Warrandyte, Victoria, Australia.
Translation by Daniel Ladinsky.