Monday 25 July 2011


Sometimes when we stand on the hills and see the rays of the sun shining through the clouds in ethereal drama, it is such a majestic spectacle and not difficult to understand why William Blake should have written, “And did the countenance divine shine forth upon our clouded hills?”

I feel we are being drawn into a profound truth and that we need only allow ourselves to be carried along with the joyous momentum of it all like an ecstatic audience in thrall to the crescendo of a rousing symphony.

Monday 4 July 2011

The Joke's on Us

When we laugh at a comedy situation and find some empathy with a character portrayed as a dysfunctional or hapless agent within a situation; we are opening ourselves to love and forgiveness. Laughter is the trigger in which we recognise the mindless lack of love, the futility of passing things that in some way present as substitutes or consolation for the sense of abandonment and loneliness, inherent in an alienated world; an alienated existence. Then we see momentarily, our own vulnerability, and our kinship with humanity. Laughter is a temporary light in which we become at one with the world, and see that that the joke is really on us.