Because you can either live your dreams,
Or you can live your excuse.

I’ve been spending some time (online) in Byron Bay, Australia at the Birth 2012 festival – a three day festival celebrating the new global consciousness. Barbara Hubbard and Bruce Lipton have been some of the amazing speakers however this post is about Kirk Nugent. He is known as the People’s Poet and “his focus has always been on inspiring his audience to rise to their innate greatness”. (Interview by Danielle Graham of SuperConsciousness.)

This is your life,
Your purpose on this Earth is not to please me.
Nor is it to fulfill your parents unrealized dreams.
You were not placed here to make concessions so that they could be proud,
So they could brag about their seed,
Fulfill some unfulfilled childhood emotional needs

No disrespect but
Let everyone be proud of their very own deeds
This is your life!

I came to shine light into the dark
And like a dog against a hydrant, I am leaving my mark!
We were not sent here to invest in someone else’s idea of what we should be
The complacent life does not stimulate me.
So forgive me if I feel no compassion
For those poor souls who live to follow the fashion.
Because if you want to live a life that’s neither limited nor ration,
Then by God you must pursue your passion.
They will tell you that it can’t be done
As though you were delivered unto this world for your song to go unsung.
Let the world scream that unattainable theme
But for you, there is no such thing as an impossible dream.

Ain’t no mystery, check the history
Look at the life of Oprah Winfrey,
Muhammad Ali, Mahatma Gandhi.
Remember what they told Walt Disney?
They said, “Young man you must be blind
You must have lost your rodent loving mind!
No one would ever pay to be entertained by a mouse
Or anything of that kind.”
Now Disney is worth more than everyone in this room; combined!
Pursue your passion.

Steven Spielberg was kicked out of the University of Southern California
Film School because his grades weren’t good enough.

Pursue your passion.

Russell Simmons refused to sign Madonna
Because he thought she had no talent.
Pursue your passion.

Brandy’s teacher told her she was too ugly to ever become an actress.
Pursue your passion.

Bill Cosby used to shine shoes in front of Temple University.
Pursue your passion.

Michael Jordan was benched on his basketball team in High school
Pursue your passion.

Larry Bird was benched his entire freshman year of college.
Pursue your passion.

Now here is proof that greatness is born out of zero doubt
In 1962 Decca Records dismissed four young musicians
Told them that groups with guitars were on their way out.
They left without a contract
But refused to walk on pins and needles
Months later they released their first album
And called themselves “The Beatles”
Pursue your passion.

Colonel Sanders was 65 when he fried his first piece of chicken,
Made millions after he told us that it was finger lickin’.
Pursue your passion.

Lauren Hill was booed at the Apollo
Pursue your passion.

Luther Vandross was booed off the Apollo
Not once, not twice, but three times!
You’ve got to keep coming back ladies and gentlemen.
Forget the limitations set by your fellow man,
Because when you pursue your passion,
Provision will be provided for your plans.

Let others lead small lives, but not you.
Let others be satisfied with the crumbs, but not you.
Let others sit around and be chronic complainers, but not you.
Let others be volunteers victims, but not you!
Let others be imprisoned by their fears, but not you.
Let others use their race, their gender,
Their sexual orientation as a crutch, but not you.

Let others be concerned about what the neighbors
Might think, say or do. but this is not for you!
Leave that for the politicians, the governor,
Start caring about other people’s opinion
And you’ll become their prisoner.
This is about a lifestyle that uniquely fits.
Life is God’s gift to you,
Style is what you make out of it.
Whatever you’re passionate about, the perfection of that craft can be learned
So with the obstacles of this world be not concerned
Because if you set yourself on fire
The world will come watch you burn.

So now that you know that impossible is a word
Found in the dictionary of fools.
What are you going to do?
What are you going to do with the rest of your life?
What two things do you want said about you when you die?

Personally, I never listened to what the pessimists are telling me
Because I know that the richest place on the planet is the cemetery.
There you will find books that were never written,
Loved ones that were never forgiven,
Ideas that were smitten
And dreams that were forbidden.
Soil that was never tilled, cathedrals that were never built!
Restaurants that were never opened
Chefs that never knew they were smoking.
Paintings that were never drawn nor hung,
Songs that were neither composed nor sung
Souls that never did what they really wanted to do
So don’t you dare die with your greatness buried within you!

The sperm that fertilized your egg
Survived the odds of 250 million to one.
Get it? Your sperm won!
As long as you live, you will never face such dramatic odds,
Now tell me that ain’t proof you’re favored by God.

You’re greater than any obstacle that can make you hysterical
So don’t you dare leave without your miracle.
It’s all an illusion, don’t you feed into their lies
Their forecast of economic woes and financial demise.
The Universe has an infinite supply, so no need to lie when I testify
That regardless of the economy, you cannot be denied!
It matters not if they raise the terrorist threat level
To hot pink, burgundy or fuchsia
You were born to control your future!
Don’t let ‘em fool you.
You were born to win, destined to be great
Magnificence was chiseled on your heart,
When God made you he was just showing off!
Discover your divine assignment and you’ll have no reason to retreat
Discover your passion and you’ll laugh in the face of defeat.
Indifferent to the pressures felt and you do not buckle like a belt.
So declare today that you refuse to lose
Because you can either live your dreams,
Or you can live your excuse!

So even when I’m old and grey,
I’ll still be commanding the stage,
Words still be smoking off the page.
So understand; this ain’t no phase!
Because everyday I learn a new lesson,
My best poem has yet to be written
And I’m not leaving until what I came to give has been given.
99 on the mic and I’ll still be spittin’ Still be rippin’
Still be giving, Still be driven So let my tombstone read:
Here lies Kirk and he died – LIVING

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This morning I walk out onto my balcony. There’s an unusual sound about. There’s a stillness in the air. It’s the trees; they are still. It’s the birds; there are no birds. I wonder about today.

I log onto my computer and read about the tragedy in Connecticut. There’s an outpouring of grief. Post after post, tweet after tweet – why and how. I then see the word Connecticut. It’s my reminder that as with all things I have no control over however am affected by, to go within;

How do I connect with others and how do I disconnect? How do I connect with myself? 

I am reminded of the following quote

“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.” ― Chief Seattle

I listen to the following Guru Ram Das Chant by Mirabai Ceiba for compassion and healing. I send unconditional love healing to all those affected by the tragedy in Connecticut.

I make a connection with family and friends. I go for a walk. I search for the birds.

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“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you or makes you happy.”  Robert Tew

It’s close to 3.00 am in the morning. I should be asleep but I’m obviously awake. Many hours earlier the above quote showed up on my Twitter news feed the instant I was thinking about the person who posted it – Michele Seminara who writes so beautifully. Now, I’ve become accustomed to such synchronicities, particularly on social media and particularly with Michele and our three other amazing blogger friends, (The Pennywort Chronicle, Bent People and NDE, Zorro and Me  however I feel the above quote does not want to finish just as a tweet, with a couple of retweets. Oh no. It’s dragged me from a perfectly good sleep, to have me sit here wrapped in a cotton sheet and blog. I also get the feeling that I can’t just set this up as a draft and publish it tomorrow. No? No.

So, meaning of all of this? Personally; when you honour and respect yourself and when you do the things you love to do, it’s honouring your divine self. That’s when synchronicity happens; that’s when you surrender and you’re in the “zone”. It was when I was in this space that I connected with the above bloggers. It’s when I am doing something creative and have no overriding inner voice of fear, judgment or cynicism the magic happens. It becomes more magical and special when you make a connection and share the similarities and beyond. We call ourselves The Divine Bloggers and I am not going to apologise for the cliche. There is something truly special about the connection. When I think of one of us I think of us as a whole; the Divine Bloggers that is. (I have reached a Oneness consciousness a few times in meditation, however not quite there yet). Small steps.

Ok, the eyelids are getting heavy now and sleep is the zone I wish to be at right now.

So, what gets you in the “zone”, what makes you happy? Have you walked away from a situation that no longer serves you?

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“Morning pages train us to hear past our Censor. ” Julia Cameron

Good afternoon Morning Pages!  Well I am back and how I have missed you.  You were always on my mind however I had other things I just had to do, let’s say business writing took over any form of creative writing, including blogging.  You were always on my mind.

So what coaxed me back?  Two things.  Firstly, Jo Tracey’s blog “5 things I know about writing”.  I love reading Jo’s blog for her humour and inspiration. Here Jo talks about NANOWRIMO which she has done twice! She also talks about Julia Cameron’s Morning Pages, which has been part of my morning routine for many years, however …  So, I figured no Nanowrimo for me this November however back to my routine of morning pages and blogging. Another thing about Jo is she makes me look up; up at the stars and planets, that is.  She writes about astrology and if I sense in her predictions a dark side to my planets, I still look up knowing there’s still the Sun that does its thing the next day.

Secondly, tonight is first night of my Term 4 creative writing group at the local community centre.  I love attending this group for various of reasons.  There’s something wondrous about joining a community and sharing your work with people you don’t really know.  In fact, I recall my first writing exercise, the writing bit was ok – it was having to share it with the class.  You see, I’m your classic introvert.  It was well over a year ago. As one by one everyone read out their exercise, I felt an immediate sense of belonging; I could see some struggled with speaking out in a group. So, my turn came to read out my work. And so I did. My exercise was about a time in my life that obviously was still very raw to me. As I read aloud I could feel the tears beginning to swell, painful memories came flooding back to me. It was real. My voice quivered and I looked up from my note pad hoping to find sympathetic faces that would encourage me to stop, that’s enough for now, it’s ok. But hey no! There was silence and nodding – go on, finish the story.  They wanted me to continue – no one rushed to my rescue. So I continued reading out the passage. I think that day was the first day I walked past my Censor.

The exercise I’m working on now for my class this evening is about a horse.  You see Horse wants me to tell its story.  Certain events have made it impossible to ignore. And as you can well imagine with certain characters that you have created, they just step off the page and keep prompting you to write this or that. I’m sure you know how it is? It was at our last writer’s group for Term 3, where we all met afterwards for dinner, I realised Horse had its hooves firmly planted on my page.  As we were leaving the table after a great night of chatting, I got up off my chair, faced the wall and there right in front of me was – oh yes, a horse, albeit a plastic horse, it’s a horse of course sitting on the powerpoint!  There I was talking about the things I like to write about and my reminder was there for me; that is,  “don’t forget about me – tell my story.”  Of course I drew laughs from nearby waitresses as I took the photo – I’ve graduated from taking photos of my meals on plates to horses on powerpoints. Nice.

As  I look at the above photo, I know now, this afternoon, there will always be two powerpoints for me:  the creative and the business, and yes, they can work well together.  Oh, yes, Horse wants me to let you all know that it’s bolted past the Censor.

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Apologies I do not know the artist via internet

“The witnessing soul is like the sky.

The birds fly in the sky but they don’t leave any footmarks.  That’s what Buddha says, that the man who is awakened lives in such a way that he leaves no footmarks.  He is without wounds and without scars; he never looks back – there is no point.  He has lived that moment so totally that what is the need of looking back again and again?  He never looks ahead, he never looks back, he lives in the moment.” Osho

It seems this quote wants to be blogged about.  So here you have it.   The quote draws me back to a time when I was a bit frazzled and had started a morning ritual of journalling and reading daily Osho’s “No-Thought for the Day” quotes via http://www.osho.com.   This quote must have made an impression on me at the time, because I have copies of it everywhere, everywhere…

I know reading the Osho quotes every morning did help me with trying to live in the moment and not “looking back again and again” – I just maybe looked back once a day.

Today I start again.

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Rhythm of Life

“It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.”

Kahlil Gibran, Sand & Foam,

Powerful words by Khalil Gibran and this is how I feel when I do the things I love to do. When I have balance in my life.  When I meditate.  When I am surrounded by the people I love.  When I just Am.

I keep returning to the above quote.  It centres and grounds me.

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Take seven minutes to watch Dr Wayne Dyer’s daughter Saje Dyer talk about healing herself of a medical condition when she was five years old.  He introduced this video with these words

“When children are raised to believe in their extraordinariness, they can really do anything. I wanted to share this video of my daughter Saje talking about one of her childhood experiences that really amazed me.”

What a beautiful testimony to the power of words, unconditional love and trust.

“As a child I knew that it was going to work.  There was no doubt in my mind that it wasn’t going to work because my parents told me that it would. “

Saje Dyer’s utter belief that she could heal herself because her parents told her so had me thinking of how we choose our words.   I’m talking about words we misuse or phrases that no longer serve us.  Words we sugar coat.  Words we don’t use that do need to be expressed.

“I sent them love.  I told my bumps I love you and I appreciate you and what you are here for but we cant be together any more and you have to leave.  I pictured them falling off my face.  I remember the image.  I was walking down the sidewalk. …  I imagined what it would feel like having smooth skin on my face.”

Pure Unconditional Love.  Gratitude.  Trust. 

“As adults we want something so badly that you fear that you won’t have it, and with that fear you can’t manifest something … you just have to know …”

Again, love over fear in any situation.

We are all extraordinary.  We all do our best.  Maybe it’s just time now we question some of the things we say, some of the things we do and some of the things we believe.

Good night.   I’ve got some talking to do.

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Here’s a bit of Friday Fun.  I love listening to this.


You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.

Billy Collins



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It’s another winter windy evening and I’m heading back to The Judith Wright Room to hear Walter Mason.  More on that later.  I want to continue with my experience of the   “homing instinct in books” as discussed in my last blog (and the comments)  Pomegranates, Honey and Books that Never End.

Whilst waiting for the lecture to commence I sit on a sofa in the hallway.  Next to me is a shelf with books for sale, for a gold coin donation.  The first book I pick up is John Menadue‘s Things You Learn Along the Way.   Ok – here’s the synchronicity.  I had worked briefly for John as an admin whilst he was consulting in a law firm many years ago.  I flicked through the pages and came to the end of the book, the very end.  John Menadue quotes T S Eliot.

“We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.”

So, what’s the connection and why the “homing instinct in books”?  Briefly,  Love & Hunger by Charlotte Wood was the last book I had read, only hours earlier.  The book had me thinking of  T S Eliot following it’s chapter entitled “Do I Dare to Eat a Peach”, referring to The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock.  My only memories of dear Prufrock were his rolled trousers, growing old and a beach.   And here I now sit still with thoughts of T S Eliot with a book that ends with T S Eliot!

The sheer magic of reading and the synchronicity continued:

I remembered John Menadue’s gracious act of kindness towards me at the time of losing someone close to me and my family:  We received from the Menadue family a beautiful orchid in a pot delivered to our home.  Further, with a sense of wonder I realised the orchid was delivered twenty years ago to the day!  Things never end.

There also seems to be a pattern which goes back to Nature itself and how it nourishes us via our Five Senses – pomegranates, honey, peaches and potatoes and orchids.

As I blog away, I realise that in so doing this kind of writing helps me understand and share the things I learn along the way, the connection to everything and everyone.  Here, now, today I have gratitude to John Menadue and the people I meet along the way and the things I do.

We are drawn to each other as if in a magnetic field.  The most powerful urge within each of us is seeking out for another or the Other and in that way to be complete…”  John Menadue

And so what I imagine we take with us in this ‘magnetic field’ is what we focus on and thus for me its family, books, nature, food, the arts …

Do the things you love to do, draw you to those you love or what you love?  Is it via books, music or other creative pursuits?  I would love to hear.

And off I go in search of my T S Eliot book.

And as I finish this blog I am reminded that the words “homing instinct in books” is from the book The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society and that book is not on my bookshelf.  Maybe it’s with T S Eliot?

A n d   if I don’t press Publish this blog will never end as I am continually dazzled by the synchronicity that continues …  

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Books that never end.  I refer to books that continue in your stream of consciousness and fall into the activities of your daily life.  Books that somehow flow into the next book you read; no plan, they just do.  Books that inspire you to rekindle a creative pursuit or take up a new one.

Last week I finished reading Travelling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd and Ann Kidd Taylor.  Sue Monk Kidd is the author of the #1 New York Times Bestseller book The Secret Life of Bees.  Briefly, I loved Travelling with Pomegranates for many reasons:

Journalling and writing


Greece, Turkey, Ephesus, Paris

Mother/daughter relationships


Mother Divine awareness

Travelling with Pomegranates had me looking at my old photos of my time in Greece, Turkey & Paris.  I  contemplate a revisit. I think of buying  pomegranates & honey. I am reminded about the power of words & journalling.  Sue Monk Kidd’s quote towards the end  “Listen to your heart, to the voice of your soul. Be true to yourself.” reflects on her journey and her “pure synchronicity” moments.

So I finished Travelling with Pomegranates last week and picked up Love & Hunger by Charlotte Wood.  It was through my trailings on Twitter that I came across these two books; one of the many reasons why I love Twitter.

Like all indulgences, I am reading Love and Hunger  s l o w l y.  You could easily read it in one sitting.  But that would be like preparing a meal that takes you hours and then you sit at the table; eat and leave the table within ten minutes; and then spend hours cleaning up.  I am half way.  I am reclaiming my love for cooking, slowly.  Charlotte Wood also had me sobbing, sobbing on a train, with one of her recollections; and I am not talking about the peeling of onions bit.

Today, I decide to take note of Charlotte Wood’s advice and stock my pantry with a few of her recommended “essentials”.  One of my favourite recipes in the book so far is Pomegranate Honey.  It was when I was writing down the words for my shopping list: pomegranate and then the word honey did the book Travelling with Pomegranates come to my mind.  Pomegranate and honey are symbolic in Travelling with Pomegranates and here I am purchasing the same ingredients from another book.  The oozing of themes, thoughts and traits from one book to another…  I am joyful when this happens; and of course it didn’t just stop with the shopping list:  I was reminded of the synchronicity all day – pomegranates popping up everywhere.

It makes me wonder now what book I will next read.  I am reminded of the following and believe this to be true.

“ I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps there is some sort of secret homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.”  The Guernsey Library & Potato Peel Pie Society.

Have you experienced the “homing instinct in books”?  Have you tried pomegranate with honey?

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