10 tiny philosophical nuggets for a happier life

If you blame another for your suffering you also give them the power to heal that suffering. Once you stop blaming, you can take back that power and heal yourself.

Tautological truisms and two tiny posts – part two. Hurt.

Hurt people hurt people. If we hurt those who hurt they will hurt while they hurt. We need to heal.

Driving ourselves mad – Cars and modern crashes

Since I find highways slightly less interesting than examining my toenail clippings I will instead focus on how this story acts as a great example of how this country tears itself in half by remaining stubbornly and deliberately blind to how things are.

The distance between what is and what should be

For the first few months of this Blog I posted all the time, sometimes several posts in a day. Alas life has changed somewhat and I am struggling to post once or twice a week. I'm sure that things will swing back the other way at some point - but I wanted to let people...

No Better Time – A Poem

As I rise I see outside The boundaries of me My house diminishes From sanctuary to sand grain Everything is plain All the wasted misery That fed nothing but vanity I am only salt dissolved in waves Ready at last To grasp the gift you gave Resolve my mistakes I reach the golden gates

University of Strife – A poem

I have a question for you Is it something to do With life's university That I can thrive in adversity Shrug off the bad critique Or the abuse of my technique Cry "hell no, I am me," In the face of my enemy Oh yes, I can wield fire If you mock my desire I...

Tapestry – A Poem

Life began As simple seeds From which we spun Fine threads Then woveTapestriesOf meaningIn which we watch Warp and weft As if they wereLife itselfSo in love With the clevernessOf our makingWe live for the processOf complicatingAnd have forgotten Our origin

Six tiny stories that might be poems

Car My parents left mea dirty ball To play with.“Don’t worry”, they said,“it’s good weather for sunbathing.” Bomb The explosion blinded.In all the protestwe could not seethe cost of living. Cogito Uh-Oh Son I saw my life on video.Heard my words in stereo.Read my thoughts in the local press.Found true love in a novelette. Intention...

Pond Scum – A Poem (nicer than it sounds!)

We all came from the same pond slime without mind coalesced this is a unity we constantly forget   Not a heritage of shameful scum but a lesson in what can happen if we let things run   Showing us we are all one and that time must be given freedom to find equilibrium  ...