What now I wonder.
Gene Kelly may have danced; I just sat but with equal pleasure no doubt.
Last night was a night of my soul, but not a dark one.
While there may be no god and no objective morality, we may act as if there were. Some of us find that we must.
I felt it as soon as I sat down, the presence. Or was it a smell, a feeling a sound of silence.
The happiest mind is the empty mind. The mind of pure experience. Empty of though but full of what is.
What does achievement mean? What have you achieved and by what standards will you be judged? Will you be found wanting and if so should you care?
Slowness is a vital ingredient, in my case at least, in encouraging me along the path I wish to follow.
There are certain activities or states of mind which trigger in me what Abraham Maslow calls “peak experiences”. Reading Keith Hancock’s Mystical Experience of Reality does just that.
My 26 year old son is clearly a perceptive fellow and he hit the nail on the head when describing his father as “a funny old monk”.
Silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of noise. Noise is not simply the presence of undesired sound.
A while back I found myself disturbed that a blogger could crusade in favor of violence and dissension and against ecumenism.
If we seek reality, I am told that we look in the wrong direction by obsessing over the human condition. I think that is right.
I was sad to come across a post on the internet entitled “The Ecumenical Slope” whose author is both anti ecumenism and pacifism and who appears to believe that such doctrines destroy “character”.
Profound and beautiful would be my best shot at describing this wonderful new series Messiah from the creative genius that is Netflix.
Can or should you remain in a state or place of “silence” or must or ought you return to the world?
I hadn’t quite realized until very recently just how damaging the human ego is.
Fascinated by the concept of transcendence I have started to conceptualize what I believe such states of existence could be.
There is a season for learning and a season to realize you know enough.
The Good Aunt
Very occasionally one gets a glimpse of peace and today was one of those all too rare days.
Happiness is only attainable once you recognize that everything just “is”.
Said to be the second oldest parish church in the country, churches don’t come much bleaker than All Saints, West Stourmouth, Kent.
…how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin…
The back of beyond is where I want to be. And I am back, at the back of beyond. I have come in a full circle.
Analysis and thought are the very antithesis of the sort of behavior likely to lead to lasting peace.
For some years I have assumed that far from inheriting the earth, the meek will be trampled underfoot. I am beginning to wonder whether I am mistaken.
I wonder whether it is possible to be a hermit these days? And if so, where.
The Arab Israeli conflict arose from vibrating energy “strings” – it really is that simple in a sense.
My own petty, unimportant and irrelevant moral dilemma should teach me something about the world and how to improve it.
Must try harder! Unfortunately as an imperfect individual I find it necessary to question my own behaviour on a daily basis.
Can we find peace in this world despite what the Book of Common Prayer says?