Arguing is a Part of Being Together
In these bizarre times and possibly hanging out with our partners 24/7, then we may be starting to crawl up the walls. What to do? Nothing rash that’s for sure. It likely will pass….
Writer and composer James Wild has been travelling about this wonderful planet for many years, exploring, greeting and revelling. He has produced an extensive range of recordings on music, meditation, relaxation and other favourite topics of discussion.
After graduating in Botany/Ecology, James went on to produce music and begin writing. He takes a keen interest in nature, music, metaphysical philosophy and Futurama.
James lives in a forest, on a ridge, near a small village, not far from a large city, in Australia, on Gaia, in our Solar System, on the Orion Arm of the Milky Way about 26,000 light years from galactic centre, in the Local Group of galaxies drifting somewhere in this extraordinary universe (apparently torus shaped or fractally holographic some say).
James says, “With my music, recordings and writing I endeavour to inspire and help people connect to Gaia and the greater good of humanity".
In these bizarre times and possibly hanging out with our partners 24/7, then we may be starting to crawl up the walls. What to do? Nothing rash that’s for sure. It likely will pass….
After travelling about visiting all sorts of cultures these past 30 years I have come to the conclusion that a significant majority of people measure their spirituality through their material worth….
We are not at the point of Yeats’ blood-dimmed tide. The world is simply getting along too well for the ceremony of innocence to be drowned. This too shall pass….
I don’t want to make light of the current epidemic — many people are dying or suffering and it’s a tragedy. But while we are bunkered in…
I am in Luang Prabang, Laos – a very charming town spruced up by the French in the 19th and 20th Centuries. It’s perched on a slight rise at the confluence of two rivers…..
Events in Hong Kong recently, where millions of people are pushing against authoritarian meddling and encroachment, got me thinking about what it means to be free…
We were two Australians, one Canadian, an American, a few Dutch, a Norwegian and a Swede…
When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze…
You are walking in the Atacama desert in Bolivia (see my pic) and have plenty of water and a decent hat. You notice that there is not much going on….
When we were children, both adventurous and boring periods seemed to last forever. But as we get older…
It’s difficult for me to write about Stuart in any great length as I don’t want to ‘puff piece’ things up. I like to keep it pretty low key…
A poem by James Wild
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