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Tuning to a new station

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The radio wave is a precise frequency of high-vibration energy that carries specific packets of information.  We take it for granted that to find a particular transmission, we must turn a dial to move across the frequency spectrum. A broadcast on the FM band is fundamentally different from one on the AM band. Take Classic FM, for example. It transmits a specific genre of music. If you want to listen to classical music, that is exactly where you tune your radio.  However, if you are looking for African house music or techno-trance, Classic FM is never going to satisfy that desire.  You could write a letter to their management demanding to know why they don't play electronic tracks, but you already know the response they would offer: Classic FM plays classical music. There are other stations transmitting African house and techno.  There is simply no point in looking for a broadcast on a frequency where it doesn't exist. Instead, you use the dial to navigate...
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Solstice down under

The shortest day of the year. The solar minimum. When I am further from the sun that I will be for 365 days, in the darkest days of winter. A former US president famously quipped: You can only appreciate the highest mountain when you have been in the darkest valley.  And so it is with appreciation that I turn to face the shortest days of the year. The natural seasonal fluctuations reflect the viscitudes of life. I can't choose what happens, but I can choose how I respond.  I can choose what I make it mean. Sometimes I know, it seems that circumstances are intense. My experience, a function of my perspective, is a choice.  What do I make the situation mean? When I choose to look for the clouds, I see plenty of clouds. At the same time, when I choose to look for silver linings, I see more of those. The objective view may not be different, but the subjective view allows the beholder to see beauty when others don't. So today, on the shortest day of the year, I see the possibi...
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The calm before the storm

And then I felt the stagnant pool. Luke warm. Comfortable, possibly, but the sacrifice of vitality.  It's time to mow the lawn. Make sure the clothes are folded and the cat is in. Brush my teeth. Make my bed. Put on the dishwasher. Tidy the cupboard and clean the bathroom. Busy work, that never gets done. There is always more to do, and it's all so mundane. Sure it needs to be done, but there is no marrow.  It is not life.  I look into the mirror, knowing that I am missing the thrill and the passion and the white knuckles. What happened to my beating heart? Where did the wild man go?  What happened to the energetic intense man with the piercing eyes? That innovative, crazy bastard, who travel countries rich and strange. I know he's still there, but recently he's been overwhelmed by minutiae, focused on shit that doesn't matter. Buying things he doesn't need to impress people he doesn't (want to be) like.  The fresh breeze, laden with moisture from the sea, v...
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Leaving to come back

It has been a long time since I took some time for me. Selfishly and exclusively. So I took myself to Bali, leaving the responsibility of family and work for a deliciously selfish week.  I didn't go to see the tourist sights. I didn't overload on shopping and fill my bag with meaningless tourist junk. I went to recharge myself, physically and mentally. That meant walking on the beach every morning, watching the swarms of surfers slipping along the swells as the sand slid between my toes. That meant walking along the tiny lanes and pulsing roads of Canggu, smiling and waving off streetwise trinket vendors and optimistic motorcycle taxis. That meant navigating the streets on the back of motorcycles, weaving between cars, buses, trucks, bikes, walking people and dogs, not to mention wild roads with live construction, open sewers and booming bars, thirsty Australian's spilling into traffic with one too many beers under their belt. That meant visiting local restaurants to eat lo...
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Follow your dreams

Follow your dreams. What does that mean? Think about your heart's deepest desire, when money, health and time are not limited. What would you do? And what step can you take right now to take you closer to that experience? Now is the time to follow your dreams. It always is.
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When days become years

The 2nd of March.  In a couple of weeks, I will commence another lap around the sun. So it brings with it a moment of reflection. Perhaps more than a moment.... How is my experience of the year that has been? Wins... New job New mindset, and stepping up. Awareness of my health and wellbeing, and action towards higher sense of health and wellbeing. Letting go of the little things Engaging the big things, the important things Getting to know the difference between little things and big things, realising them earlier and more consciously, and having the courage to take decisive action. Facing my personal history and family trauma Losses... Innocence of early fatherhood  Pretending to be nice (not really a loss) As I reflect on the year that is to come, I'm filled with excitement and enthusiasm. I feel I am in the right place, and the right time is 'getting ripe'. I trust that I will know the time and have the courage to step when the time and place are right.
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Beach

Officially the first day of autumn. Apparently no one told Sydney. Today was glorious, and the only thing to do on a glorious Saturday is beach. Not just any beach. THE beach. Bondi Beach. So we went.  And swam.  And walked. And swam some more. Glorious days are beach days. And today was a glorious day done well.
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