Thursday, October 27, 2005
The perfect SMS
After a long weekend away, the perfect SMS arrived in my mobile's inbox on Monday morning - perfect enough to beat any of my worst Monday morning blues! "...only saw your msg now drive safe need a few basics bread milk supper sweets and you"
Saturday, October 01, 2005
The man in my dreams...
Well he wanted to build a snowman! Notice the avalanche behind him... frozen in time...
This photo is taken en route from Maccapuchare Base Camp to Annapurna Base Camp at an altitude of approximately 4 100m, in the Nepalese Himalaya.
The dream I had last year was the presence of this man, the man of my dreams, dressed exactly like this!?!*
talking to the world from the Southern point of Africa...
I've laid my life on the line... and am earning my PhD in LIFE...
I've been smacked in the face and tossed backwards and upside down into The Devil's Toilet Bowl (alias rapid no 6 Zambezi River)
I've endured 2 years of Bulimea Norvosa
I've done half of Gulliver's Travel's, the longest commercially run Grade 5 rapid in the world, upside down in my kayak and still managed to eskimo roll after "hanging in" through the Land of the Giants (part 2 of rapid no 7, Zambezi River)
I have never fallen over in Stairway to Heaven, the largest drop (26ft) grade 5 rapid
there's lots more... They say that there is truth, and then there is all the truth and then there is more truth, it just depends on what you are prepared to remember!
An Awesome act of Synchronicity for me...
M. Scott Peck
How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded! Community requires the ability to expose our wounds and weaknesses to our fellow creatures. It also requires the ability to be affected by the wounds of others...But even more important is the love that arises among us when we share, both ways, our woundedness.
Source: M. Scott Peck, "A Different Drum." Peck died on Sunday, September 25, 2005. He was 69.
My late father's birthday is also 25 September and when I first doodled as a conscious doodler one of the things I wrote was that "My father makes me feel like a Peck above the rest". Amongst other things I remember writing (in +- 1998) were statements such as "I am no longer afraid of the Holy Ghost" and "I am a psycheologist" I have yet to mention anything about this so-called madness that saw me inside a mental institution for a few weeks on at least 3 seperate occasions. Mention is made of wounds and weaknesses... and the ability to expose them. Oh, my late father's hand, behind my back (My Allan in Heaven) is in photo entitled "God must have singled me out"
How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded! Community requires the ability to expose our wounds and weaknesses to our fellow creatures. It also requires the ability to be affected by the wounds of others...But even more important is the love that arises among us when we share, both ways, our woundedness.
Source: M. Scott Peck, "A Different Drum." Peck died on Sunday, September 25, 2005. He was 69.
My late father's birthday is also 25 September and when I first doodled as a conscious doodler one of the things I wrote was that "My father makes me feel like a Peck above the rest". Amongst other things I remember writing (in +- 1998) were statements such as "I am no longer afraid of the Holy Ghost" and "I am a psycheologist" I have yet to mention anything about this so-called madness that saw me inside a mental institution for a few weeks on at least 3 seperate occasions. Mention is made of wounds and weaknesses... and the ability to expose them. Oh, my late father's hand, behind my back (My Allan in Heaven) is in photo entitled "God must have singled me out"
the deep scars of emotional pain...
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