As you can see from the condition of this book, it has lived a life. A sign of its importance to me during the past decade, and no doubt beyond. Pretending To Be Alive We may do the same work and do it well, but we may do it well in a way that does not engage our deeper powers in any real conversation, so that we lose any sense of personal edge. We may be admired in our work, but the admiration blinds and insulates us from the loss of something robust and lifelike inside us.

...in a world that is more often than not associated with a harsh and destructive bottom line." It's scary stuff! The Soul cares not for constraints, it has in its sights that which seeks to find expression through you, and demands the call is answered as best you can. Yet, the human being is caught between an insistence on creative freedom, and the Saturnian principles of limitation, whether they be personal, cultural, material. David Whyte describes the inner fire of creati

"Traveller there is no path. The path is made by walking." We might hear this excerpt from a poem by Antonio Machado in relation to feeling stuck, alone, or lost. These lines suggest that if there is a path ahead which seems clear and well-trodden (i.e. ‘easy’) then perhaps it is not your own path that you are walking. Even if we experience a deep certainty about the way, we might recognise challenging terrain ahead and fear to tread it. Alluding to the necessity for active p