Dear Lord, please anchor my sinking heart.

All dogma takes hold when we take a complex set of ideas a bit reductively and a bit literally.

The point of crisis is the exact point in time when we begin recalling the past, rather than forgetting it.

Find your own beat in the locomotion.

Leave people to their own self-created horrors. Every author is in search of a culprit.

Always make notes.

Our only wealth is experience.

Success and failure are truly the same. Both keep our minds off the ball.

Think twice, and then do the opposite.

The comfort of not knowing how deep the waters are.

Cords of love are never broken; if we are lucky, they become translucent.

Search for a place where you can live in mythic time.

Clear waters in a sewer become the sewer. The sewer in clear waters makes them a sewer. In other words, in a sewer, dirt wins.

Rebellion is tension unaddressed.

Freedom is a thing of beauty.

Demons delight in our nonchalance.

Leaving the tense detail to be undone by time.

In the darkest times, beauty will find a way.

Memories are my favourite gadgets.

That place of geographical absurdity where all ideology becomes chatter.

Magic is the plot twist.

Clear the rubbish before the rubbish strikes back.

All traps are self-fulfilling prophecies.

Whatever had lived left us its last breath as sacrament.

Only the unexpected can lead us to Avalon.

Lying low, so we don’t fall.

It’s far from over, but it’s a beginning.

Softness clarifies the edges.

Human nature, lost in translation.

The only way to address cruelty is to make ourselves unavailable for it.

If we are lucky, our illusions cost us money, only.

Beauty in sorrow, transience in joy.

Our stories are intertwined with the places we inhabited, forever.

The difference between running away and walking away is not measured in speed.

Crossroads are for changing course, not for settling in.

In the end, it’s about who we are, not who others say we are.

Take aim. Remember why you are taking aim.

All narrative is a lie. The truth can only be heard in the pauses between words. In stillness. When we recognise our own breath. Happy Earth Day.🌏

What are we willing to fight for, and why?

We always feel it, but rarely believe it.

Once we’re there, we’re back again.