Book of Esther: Esther

Here is the next part of Book of Esther (Book 6 of Waldmeer)

Understanding ourselves takes work and courage. Whether or not we choose to do it is up to us. Although, really, we don’t have a choice because, eventually, the pain will make it intolerable. It’s more a matter of how much pain we are willing to endure before we undergo the ‘pain’ of transformation. At least, the latter pain gets us somewhere.

Chapter 3: Introduction

It was Monday morning. As Ben walked through the glass doors of the State Ballet building, he came across one of the older professionals of the company, a friend of many years.

“Morning, Ben,” said the man. “How’s Store Creek going?”

“Morning,” said Ben. “Fine. I suppose.” 

Truth be told, two weekends had passed since Ben had seen Merlyn. More, he hadn’t even spoken to her. Nor had he messaged. Every day, if not many times a day, he checked his messages to see if she had messaged him. She hadn’t.

Seeing the look on Ben’s face, his friend said tentatively, “Look, buddy, I thought you were back together but if things aren’t going quite to plan, I have a suggestion.” He waited to see Ben’s reaction. As there was no obvious displeasure from Ben about a suggestion, he continued, “The missus and I have had our ups and downs over the years. I think most people think that we have been very fortunate with our marriage and we have been but, the thing is, everyone has their problems. God knows, we’ve had many.” 

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Healing – A Sacred Path

This previously unpublished article is from The Love of Devotion.

Living Prayer

When I was in my early twenties, before my time with spiritual teacher, Dr Thomas Hora, I happily belonged to a Catholic Charismatic group. I lived in two of its communal houses and embraced community life with great enthusiasm. Such Pentecostal groups view the miraculous as common and healing as the reachable result of sincere and dedicated prayer. Faith was alive. Prayer was common. Dedication was the norm. All expected their lives to improve and whole-heartedly dedicated their days to God, in much the same way as many religious orders do. As there were so many young people drawn to the lively community, it was also fun and full of laughter. It was, indeed, a wonderful time. I felt very fortunate to find a religious group that was alive, vibrant, and flourishing. I was able to live like a member of a religious order while being a lay person. I would say that the short-coming of such groups is the vulnerability to fundamentalist thinking and its associated problems.

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Book of Esther: Inspection

Here is the beginning of Book of Esther (Book 6 of Waldmeer)!

INSPECTION

Chapter 1: Better or Worse

After six months of living in Store Creek with the cold weather, it was good to finally arrive at spring’s doorstep. Merlyn wondered if that was why Ben had decided to visit today. He said it was a rental inspection. But that was just a joke. At least, Merlyn hoped it was a joke. Although it was two years since their separation, they had been married for three years. Nothing needed inspecting. Continue reading “Book of Esther: Inspection”

Simple Pleasures – Home

Here is a section from the original The Love of Devotion which has returned in my latest re-edit. It includes some family history.

Little Oakey

My grandfather, Michael John Pope, was a pioneer farmer in outback New South Wales, Australia. He built his small, four-room home, Little Oakey, from the creek-stones of the area. Behind the house was a wattle and daub (clay) kitchen and cellar. In that little home, with his wife Mary Jane, he raised five children in, what would be considered by today’s standards, primitive isolation. Continue reading “Simple Pleasures – Home”

Pittown: Out of the Pit

Here is the final part of Pittown (Book 5 of the Waldmeer Series).

Chapter 36: Barcodes of Life

In Store Creek

The winding country road between Store Creek and the highway was the best part of the two-hour drive to the city. Merlyn watched the morning light skip along the trees. The thin branch-shadows on the road looked like a long line of barcodes. The mysterious barcodes of life, thought Merlyn. She felt content because, after all, who could not be at peace on such a beautiful morning? She remembered an Edgar Cayce saying that Enid often quoted,

Happiness is your choice to make. How happy or how miserable do you want to be? Continue reading “Pittown: Out of the Pit”