Blog#70: Solstice Snippets
Part One
Of the variety of festivals and other celebratory events on offer at this time of year, the one that possesses meaning for me is the solstice. And, being in the northern hemisphere, I am talking about the winter solstice.
Christmas is great for five-year olds, and New Year (Hogmanay here in Scotland) is just the . . .
Blog#69: Transformations
Part One
Most of the time I forget about the work of Mary Shutan. It's when I'm in a bit of a mess - energy doing weird things and running out of control, some kind of emotional or spiritual crisis, or bizarre physical symptoms that I fear are going to render me dead very shortly - that I suddenly remember. 'Ah, Mary', I sigh . . .
Blog#68: Passing the Ring
Part One
It was the end of September when I first heard of Isabella Greene and her book. By the start of October I had received a copy, and within a couple of weeks I had read it three times.
It is quite a slim volume, and is easy to read. It is based upon the personal experiences of Isabella, along with those of various . . .
Blog#67: Giorgione
Part One
It was in Blog#57 that I wrote about toasting myself in Italy beneath the Chernobyl sun, and how by rights I probably should have died by frying ages ago. However, in the week before playing this game of sunshine Russian (now Ukrainian) roulette, I stayed with my then-girlfriend in the city of dreams, Venice.
. . .
Blog#66: Caravaggio
Part One
It was the other evening, shortly before bed. I just wanted something to browse through for a minute or two. I went over to one of the bookshelves, and pulled out an art book: 'The Complete Paintings of Caravaggio.' Caravaggio: an interesting random-yet-deliberate choice.
It was some years in the 1980s - 1982 to . . .
Blog#65: The Love and Peace Place
"There must be some kind of way out of here/ Said the joker to the thief/ There's too much confusion/ I can't find no relief/"
All along the Watchtower
Part One
This place is a killing field. For the most part, life forms survive only at the expense of, to the detriment of, other life forms. How . . .
Blog#64: Out of the Bag...
I've written about this before. My initiation into the notion ('notion'? - the truth, more like...) that the world isn't the way we are told it is through the official channels.
It was soon after bailing out from big city life in London to the contrasting mountain-and-water ambience of Highland Scotland in 2005. I came, in part, . . .
