Old style mystics withdrew from the world into monasteries or convents, or they lived as hermits in a cave or a hut a long way from civilization.
Modern day mystics are called to embark on the journey in the middle of things. It’s no longer about running away, it’s about finding yourself right where you are.
Old style mystics relied on prayer, fasting, and isolation. They turned away from the experience of everyday life.
Today’s mystics are called to embrace the experience of everyday life, so you’ll need to use some different tools.
Continue reading “A mystic’s toolkit”
Have you ever wondered how many people it takes to get a poached egg onto your breakfast plate?
When I was a small boy I knew everyone involved in the process at our place.
We had a henhouse full of chooks in the yard.
Continue reading “Getting eggs onto the plate.”
I never imagined in my wildest writing dreams that I’d be writing about cooking.
This week I’m nearing the end of the first draft of
Cooking 4 One.
Somehow I’ve written 800 words on cooking eggs. Took longer to write that section than what it takes to cook eggs every way I know how.
Continue reading “Cooking gratitude”
If every cloud has a silver lining, gratitude is the window for viewing the storm clouds of your life to see that lining. You can choose resentment, if you prefer, but you’ll have a different experience.
Shit happens. You can see it as a mess you have to deal with or a pile of fertiliser; a disaster or an opportunity.
Continue reading “A broken heart is not the end of the story”