Chocolate and prune cake, muse.

I am making one. The cacao beans are roasting and prunes are soaking. It’s experimental, free of bad things – if that’s possible. It’s a cake for a food Renaissance! How’s that for some ridiculous posturing!

And if it’s a fail, I’m sure the pigeons will set upon it. Wish me luck…

I have  signed up for a serious Raja Yoga meditation class starting this weekend.

Submitted a short story to a competition which has no doubt disappeared in the ether never to be seen again. The character develops. She leads and brings me new tales. I am discovering a lot about her. I think she is a muse, but I haven’t asked her. Maybe she’s just the manifestation of my imagination.

Whatever is going on, I am giving time to writing and editing more regularly.

 

 

Journalling the journey.

You won’t fully understand the human condition until your very last breath said my mother. Only then will there be total realisation. Of course, you won’t be able to tell anyone what you learnt in those last moments.

And so the story of humanity goes on. Keep learning, even when everyone around you has stopped.

Write everything you witness, hear, see. Keep that journal going. I want everyone who can,  to do this. It’s important, especially if you believe in human rights, in Mother Earth and all  her little babies.

Write and the world writes with you. If they stop, it’s your duty to keep going. It’s another new year, therefore another new start. There’s always a new opportunity to do what you said you would.

The Rooster is the dawn announcer. It can discern what is coming. Happy Chinese New Year….

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