methinks...

                            words are beautiful, soulful creatures

                            but if they are killed off in the abattoir of abstraction

                            they taste of fear when spoken or heard, they can be packaged in the

                            supermarket quickly and efficiently wrapped in plastic priced and put

                            on the shelves to be sold for mass consumption (sometimes overpriced,

                            and sometimes reduced depending on the demand) so that they look

                            succulent and juicy and yum. but when words are mass produced the

                            soul is sickened and becomes sick

                            I do not believe in words which sit on shelves.

  

Karen Rootenberg

On Trust

We all know the experience of being let down by someone. It feels disappointing and can bring disillusionment. Trust is possibly the cornerstone of real connection. It has a great deal to do with consistency. Consistency really is having a core of integrity which won't be swayed by the current trend of what is cool. A core of integrity will not be swayed by the need to be popular or impress. It has to do with following through when one says one is committed to something and not changing ones mind because something else has come up which fills the self-centred desire more than the agreement. It is honouring one's word no matter that it feels inconvenient or brings discomfort. None of us is trustworthy all the time probably. But the capacity to self-reflect with honesty brings powerful transparency and is trustworthy.

Consistency can sound rather boring as if one has to be the same all the time. But this is a misnomer. In music one can start off in a key and the key can change, yet it will come back to the original key because this is home. And the beat and the rhythm have to be consistent if the music has integrity and beauty. The variation in the key can give it enormous depth and interest. It is the same with personal expression. One can have vast ranges of expression but the inner core has a singular Tone. This creates trust. Inherently we know who we can trust and who is 'dodgy'. We often avoid looking at this because possibly the person is charismatic or charming or entertaining. But we know. And ultimately the question comes back to oneself. Where am I able to lose my centre? Who can persuade me to step away from my integrity? Where do I become untrustworthy? When the cornerstone of trust is eroded the temple falls...

The Trust  

such a wondrous place this turtle island

here where i am

my homeland on this planet

i know her pulse and the surge of the blood of her body through 

the

sacred pathways of this living land

speaking for her

speaking for me

speaking for all of us

all that i am embraces you

all that i am is open for you

all that i have is available to you

my heart is pleased

for you

for me

for all of us

the way opens

the landscape smiles

the tree flowers

welcoming your laughter and

your footfall on the pathway

such is the nature of love and the trust  

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