Preface (December 2017)
The Love of Devotion is a combination of my first two nonfiction books (The Love of Being Loving and The Love of Devotion). It is, probably, the most spiritually direct of my books, although, not the easiest to read. In the early stages of my writing, many of the existential struggles had been freshly and keenly struggled. I did not try to monitor the language or the intent of what was written. I was simply relaying what I had learned in the way that I had learned it. With time, I realised that my way was, perhaps, not the most accessible to many others. Thus I learned to write in a different way; more subtle and poetic, less mentally demanding and esoteric. For those who have the mental leaning and the spiritual drive, this book will be a friend, as am I. Continue reading “The Love of Devotion: Chapters 1 & 2”
It is our deepest hurts which have the power to help and heal us. What else carries an internal fire big enough to force us forwards? What else has the momentum to wake us up? What else has enough pain to make us long for something better? What else will drive us into the waiting arms of that beautiful, invisible life-force which yearns to help us? What else will teach us to feel the love which has no betrayal; the love which seeks only good? Naturally, most of us feel uncomfortable with intense emotion. We do not know how to deal with fear, sadness, and anger and so we repress them.
One of the wonderful things about writing fiction is that we have complete freedom to be as honest and blunt as we feel is necessary to get across an idea. The reader never knows which bits of a story are fictitious and which are true. There is an immunity to story writing which nonfiction does not have. Continue reading “Writing as Co-Creation”
Thomas was driving to the city for a meeting with fellow principals. However, he had another meeting which was of more importance to him. He had arranged to meet Kathleen at a riverside restaurant near her home. It’s not that he wasn’t interested in Teresa anymore but, a few days ago, he had called into the bookshop with an unexpected request. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Unfinished Business”
Amira was a frequent visitor of the quaint Waldmeer bookshop. She would scan the shelves to see what people were writing and reading and then sit on the old, upholstered chair in the corner with anything that interested her. As she rarely bought any of the books, she tried to think of another way to repay the owner, Teresa, who had recently taken over the shop. Continue reading “Waldmeer: Beginnings and Endings”
Although unpleasant, nightmares and restless sleep can help us if we know how to use them to our advantage. Next time you have a nightmare or bad dream, follow these steps: Continue reading “How to Deal with Nightmares”
Laughing at a Funeral
“Guess what, Amira,” said Gabriel excitedly on the phone.
“I don’t know. It sounds good,” said Amira enjoying Gabriel’s happiness.
“Come on,” urged Gabriel. “You’re a healer. You’re supposed to be psychic.”
“Only sometimes.” Amira smiled. She had no idea what his good news was but not wanting to spoil his fun she ventured, “Hmm, my powers are telling me that…,” she paused waiting for a suitable idea to pop into her mind. “You sold your painting for a small fortune.”
“Nope. Guess again.” Continue reading “Waldmeer: Unforeseen Circumstances”