About
Photographer, researcher, writer and educator on natural law and governance.
“When we let our Spirit take us to where we need to go, we keep remembering what it was we came here to remember.”
I’d always wondered about life and how it’s pieced together. It was definitely a preoccupation and central to my own personality, one of sorting out.
There was no living source I could turn to, or guide book to answer my most pressing questions. And I had often wished there were.
I have always been one of those contemplatives who spends a lot of time in their own company being curiously fecund in sleuthing. Not intentionally. It just happens that way. A thought would come to mind, nudged along by intrigue, and off it would take me to who knows where. I am a dreamer, a wanderer and a fervent enquirer to all there is to know about what makes us tick. And there is a lot to know. Many life times worth and we would still only scratch the surface.
People never made much sense to me, although the natural world did. I could never figure out why people were so conflicted towards life. It is beautiful to look at, easy to appreciate and yet held down by this destructive weight that would leave me nonplussed.
In many ways I was awake to what was going on around me, but also acutely aware of my own limitations and what this might mean to the interpretation of my experiences.
I didn’t understand why possibilities fell so short and that potential was just that.
There was a vital element missing to the puzzle I was piecing together, a piece that was right under my nose but entirely invisible and dormant to my own understanding of reality.
I assumed people were their potential realised, taken for face value, not understanding that like me, they were just as perplexed by an incomplete mystery. One of trying to fit in, stand out, be seen… in other words, be loved in the only way they knew how. If no-one tells us how important it is to be in communion with this missing piece, we outwardly struggle against a fractious weight, consuming us wilfully.
What I did notice. People trying to bend the rules or make up their own rules to fit in with their world views, but I knew from my school days life doesn’t work that way. (I used to wonder who was going to keep an eye on the boys and girls who ran amok once our school days were over). How naive I was.
The idea of lawlessness used to frighten me, but in those days most things frightened me. I knew I was bold and fearless in many ways, but my shy uncertainty dominated my unchartered feelings of vulnerability.
I had instinctively understood the quiet powerful presence of natures law that spoke to me.
This law is there to protect us, help us and guide us, and if we really listen, allows us to enjoy a relationship of co-creation that is pure, generous and full of beauty.
If we listen, it is the firm gentle voice of a mother language that speaks through us.
When I felt the full crushing of my physical being against the emotional weight of what I was always fighting against I was genuinely startled to find that the missing piece to my Self was what I always relied upon to navigate life and its complexities. I felt duly upset at discovering my Self right. My immediate response was, why did no-one tell me? Reassure me that the part of my Mind I was in tune with was in fact the part of my Self that was most essential for my emotional balance and well-being.
I guess it wouldn’t be the journey of reclaiming my power, my full worth and Self-respect if the journey was so easy. We have to feel our experiences as deeply as we are able to, if we wish to help restore harmony and balance to a world where our humanity has faltered.
Our Spirit is everything to our well-being. For me, it is not a religion, or an ideology, but a very basic most simple fact to feeling strong in my Mind. Our life force is our Spirit and if it is crushed we lose our balance and without the right guidance we can struggle to find our way. It is our Heart that suffers as does the way we enjoy feeling love.
Life is experiential for each us. We have a precious story to tell so we can help weave change into how we want our history to be told and how we want to imagine the future. My story is no exception.
I am here to help create a society of strong Minds so that over time the very systems and structures of governing that caused suffering to my Mind and to the Minds of so many can be changed. To do this work my Soul had to go where it needed to go for maximum learning. I had to remember a great deal. I met all the right people and lived and worked in the perfect environments to help me understand how to be a part of this change. I would not be qualified otherwise.
It is the lessons we take and live by that strengthens the quality of our work.
It becomes easy to move with life and to accept people just as they are when you have felt the touch of suffering and cupped it tenderly in your own hands. It is a privilege to hold the fullness of a human heart within your own. Life feels sweet because of this privilege. It feels that bit more precious and valuable. I see the tiniest of insects going about their business. And I remind my self to take care in my movements. It is the small details that matter.
Finding my voice has not been easy. But as long as I am feeling my way in what I am doing, I can now use my voice to explain the intelligence behind my feelings. Something I could not do because I did not learn how. All that I felt and thought stayed in my head, too afraid to leave. And if you do not voice your truth, over time you forget how.
So, I just take my time. I go slow. I let it come. And come it does. Each day stronger and bolder than the day before.
The key is patience. Learning to listen over and over in harmony with the rain, the sun, the moon, the stars and the moving seasons. This is how it is when you live life through your feelings. This is ‘The Way’ to finding your voice with insight and wisdom. And to building a storehouse of knowledge you can comfortably share.
The work I do is motivated by a deep passion to restore good governance to the family home and the care factors that power our decision making. Home is a feeling we nurture in our Heart with the love and guidance of our Spirit. It is a feeling embedded in love and honour for our Mothers. It is a feeling that connects mothers to their children so that children can become the mothers and fathers they deserve to be. It is a feeling mother nature knows well.
What I do and know
I talk about matters of the Heart.
The humbugs that skirt beneath the dusty cellar of our Mind.
I talk about Love. Its origin, its light infusing our veins all the time.
I talk about meeting our Mind.
Laying solid foundations rich in human frailty, beauty, courage and tenacity.
I talk about joining the dots of our own making with those whose permission we have constitutionally granted, at will, to ensure our proper care and protection.
I talk about being relational...
...values, valuable, valued.
And Listening.
Daring to courageously walk into the fog, to redirect our gaze.
To invite in a new stream of consciousness.
Our Values, what we value and that which is most valuable to us are all beautifully and intricately interlaced. Threaded together to help us form our relationships. I cannot tell anyone else what they should value and stand for. We have to feel the value of our full worth for our Self. And when we do, we find we shift our stance and create perspectives for how we leave our footprint.
Feel free to read on as I share what I value and what is most valuable to the meaning of my existence.
We were born to feel our way and as long as we are moving like a flowing river, we will always see life reflecting its beauty, love and generosity back at us, always giving, always with us, wherever we go.