Peace and Happiness

Peace and happiness will come and go and return. I was quite amazed how at 12pm today I was feeling so good. Deeply inhaling the energising clean ocean air as I returned to harbour in my dinghy after a successful morning of fishing. By early evening my pleasant world was rattled after visiting my previous neighbour next door to the house I own with my ex wife. A druggie was watering the dead lawn I had once carefully levelled and made green. He incoherently expressed his dismay that his girlfriend (my ex wife) had been hiding out for the last few days. He told me not to worry about the house his mate will look after it. It shouldn't burn down. Luckily I do not need the material possessions I have earned in what seems like a previous life to be happy. I just need the ocean air and for my kids to be safe. Peace and happiness returns.

Monopoly Of My Life

If my life were a game of Monoply the last card I drew would have said "Your wife becomes a drug addict. Give her all your money and return to Old Kent Road and stay there."

I Am Tiny I Am a Giant

It is strange how being in an immense Tokyo crowd or alone on an isolated beach in Western Australia both give me a sense of my minuteness in time and space and yet also my enormity in the worlds of my children. I can not simply disappear into the crowds or the sands.

Beautiful Sunset in Hell

Can there be a beautiful sunset in extreme poverty or war?