Life Story#35: Nice Little Boy
OK. The life story writing is pretty-much complete. There may be a few bits and pieces that turn up, but that is essentially the project done.
There remains the moment you've all be waiting for. The pics. In the main we have a few grainy offerings from the middle of the twentieth century. Good for a laugh, if you've got that kind . . .
Blog#34: Feeling Normal, Anyone?
Part One
A few weeks back, I took a short trip down south. In this case, 'down south' consisted of biggish city Glasgow, and far smaller city Perth, both in Central Scotland.
Just a few days. I travelled incognito. Sometimes you want to go away and visit people, socialise; other times you go quietly, anonymous, just to . . .
Life Story#34: Whose Dream?
Part One
Early one Saturday morning I woke up in a state of extreme anxiety. I pulled on my clothes, rushed out of the front door, and headed for the nearest point with anything like a view. The urban landscape stretched as far as I could see - hard as I tried, I could see nothing beyond an infinity of concrete grey; no green, no nature, . . .
Blog#33: Trains and Boats and Planes
Part One
They're back! After pretty much a two-year hiatus, the visitors from abroad to the Highlands of Scotland are back. And, from what I see, they are here in their droves.....
In contrast to the absence of foreign visitors, the summers of 2020 and 2021 saw a goodly number of tourists from 'down south' in England and Wales, many . . .
Life Story#33: The Great Renunciation
Part One
I don't know if it happens to other people. But in my life it turns out that the times I thought were the finest, the most glorious, the most noble, are precisely those that, in retrospect, are the worst, the most embarrassing, the ones that make you cringe. It's a dynamic that parallels one which Jung described in . . .
Blog#32: The Fool
Part One
I guess that I first came across Tarot in any meaningful way during my early days in the commune. I soon bought a pack of the cards, the classic Rider-Waite Tarot: there was not too much choice in those days.
I took to Tarot immediately; it seemed to speak to me, and I felt at home with it. I used it for . . .
Life Story#32: West of Lhasa
Part One
I could barely contain my excitement as I thumbed my way up the length of England, from Oxford to the southern perimeter of the Lake District. Conishead Priory, the newly-acquired residence of the recently formed Manjusri Institute. The retreat with the Western Buddhists was still fresh in my mind. It had been so enjoyable, so . . .
