December 14th, 2020

Listen to your soul

...but we seldom do.

Really listen to our innermost self.

Mostly, we're distracted by distraction, that, or a need to get on or through the day as fast as humanly possible.

I generalise (mostly for effect) but, seriously, how many of us live out a life tuned in to the way we truly feel and experience the world?

Perhaps it's overstating the mark, but in that state there's a oneness — no fight or flight but a real connection to something that could be heaven-sent.

What is it?

That's mostly the question we try to answer through our work (...more fails than successes, sadly), or religion, or faith or seeking after something better than now

Perhaps that's how it's meant to be; namely, we live a half-life or certainly something disconnected from our higher powers.

I accept (and there's a large exhale as I say this) this sounds so wishy-washy and offers no solution but in case you hadn't noticed, I've long since given up on offering another moribund, 7-Step plan or whatever else is in vogue to crack the 'problem'. 

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My tweets


I've now started to plug in and subscribe to some of my LJ friends via Feedly — my favourite RSS feed. 

It feels so much better. 

And hopefully, this way, I miss much less of the action.


Love this...

Let me know what you think.

Stephen (Steve) Jenkinson is, well, a sort of hero to me — and I've had the pleasure to exchange a couple of letters with him.

If you fancied a roundtable discussion about this film or his two books Die Wise and Come of Age, I'm all ears.


Open mic

...or some such thing.

I'd love to gather and listen to stories, poetry and tales of the unexpected (yes, I'm old enough to remember the series).

Does anyone fancy a Zoom or Teams call?

Much love, Ju