Pull to Partner
Almost universally, there is a strong pull within people to partner. If the pull is absent, it is usually because it has been replaced with an aversion to partnering which is the other side of the same coin. The pull to partner serves many beneficial functions. However, it is also the cause of endless heartache, craving, anger, fear, loneliness, emotional stress, and boredom. If it’s not one problem, it’s another. Yet, we are so reluctant to look at the root of the problem. Continue reading “Love’s Longing: Chapter 3 – The Love of Lovers”
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”
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”
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”
Amira’s neighbour had recently let her know about the forthcoming church fete and festivities which were to commemorate the one-hundred-year anniversary of the Convent. It was a place Amira loved. Inscribed on the heavy, wooden door of the Convent were the words, Built on the hill to be close to God. It wasn’t difficult to find a hill in Waldmeer. They were everywhere. Nevertheless, it was a sweet sentiment. Continue reading “Waldmeer: The Convent and the Clinkers”