Fractals in nature, Richmond Park 2019 I love/hate this piece 'The four of you' from @justinadamwise. The idea that when you are in conversation with just one other person, there are actually another two characters there. Uninvited characters.... As we talk to another, especially when the stakes are high or our resilience is low, we …
Unravelling part 2
Unravel #2 by Andrea Benson The possibilities offered by the word unravelling continues to fascinate, as does this image from Andrea Benson. Unravelling is a chance for investigating. As we unravel we can start to see the stories that bind and blind. The stories that bind us to current ways of thinking, feeling and reacting. …
Barefoot
This morning in the park the wise old oak women ease my janging nerves, calm my furrowed brow and whisper to my heart. "Run wild. Drop what is not you. Dance. Walk barefoot. Feel the earth beneath your feet and ground. Feel the damp of the dewy grass and flow with the water."
From the old comes the new
The old branch lay in the grove of oaks. As it lay there, slowly decaying back into the soil, new life took hold. Fragile at first, delicate, blown over at the first breath of wind. Yet it exists, new life sustained by the rotting wood of the old.
Time to think
For those of you coming back from holiday, ' Busy is not the point' feels like a great blog post from Seth Godin. Many will have heard about the blight of 'busyness' where we almost brag about our 'busyness' as a badge of honour, denoting how important we are and how much we contribute. I …
Its the stories we tell ourselves that determine who we will become
Great read from Seth Godin today about our stories. As you might have noticed I'm really interested in what helps us make the changes we want to and what holds us back in the patterns that no longer help us. Many of us want to do things differently - speak up in meetings, respond differently …
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A woodpecker
Oh, I wish I had a woodpeckerthat could, oh so persistentlytap away at the bark around parts of my mindwhere old opinions and judgements lurkas if set in plaster, yet waiting to be cracked openreleasing space for new truths and possibilities to stir. Oh, I wish I had a woodpeckerthat could, oh so tenderlytap away …
Thoughts from the park: By the light of the moon
Richmond Park 30 January 2019 The waning crescent moon hangs low in the morning sky as if balancing just above the frosty treetops. Its delicate light illuminates the landscape in all its glorious detail. Each blade of grass, each tussock, hinting at things yet to come. All this possibility is burnt away by the light …
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Thoughts from the park: Vapours on the breeze
Using nature to vaporise our old stories to start anew.
Thoughts from the park
Musings inspired by my twice daily wanders around Richmond Park
