The Yellow Diary

Christmas, its origins shrouded in the space held by our predecessors whose rituals hosted in the wan light of a low lying Northern Sun long before tinsel and twinkling lights adorned evergreen branches, is upon those whose cultures celebrate the birth of the Christ. Cleverly syncretically absorbed into its political institution in the fourth century,…

The Yellow Diary

For some, this time of year lingers like the sweet sorrow of a melancholic melody, as time is spent with those with whom you would not be friends but fate has decreed otherwise. But navigating the familial landscape does not have to be akin to tiptoeing through an emotional minefield, where the dormant can awaken…

The Yellow Diary

The Turning of the Seasons on the 22nd December at 03:27 As we reach the turning of the seasons, with the Sun shining weakly as it rests in the North, while it sits on top of his throne, shining ever so brightly and vibrantly in the South, it has just stepped across the threshold between…

The Pluto Diary

There exists a thin line between the self-reflection and analysis and narcissistic vanity and/ or fatalistic self-justification or auto-suggestion. This has become ever so evident with the prevalence of camera phones, social media and the powerful medium of cinematography and TV. While introspection is an extraordinarily valuable tool for personal growth, the over-analysis of ‘self’…

The Rainbow Diary

The liminal space between Whilst arguably our world is not as solid as it seems, there is no doubt that our sense of reality has become consciously malleable since early 2020. Shadows and Light have intermingled, a kaleidoscope of shifting hues cast onto a canvas of transition, the end result of which has yet to…

The Venus Diary

The world of matter is beautiful, enchanted by spirit and enlivened by the soul, a world brought alive by those who ‘hear’ and ‘see’ the essence that lies within, whose myriad art forms give testament to the divinity that creation has to offer. But every light particle has its counterpart, its Shadow. The Shadow of…

The Red Diary

There comes a time when you have to acknowledge the ease to which the red tide can furiously flow forth along narrowed gulleys, scarring the land with molten words and burning the soul with righteous indignation. Oh the ease to which the fire can violently heat the waters of the heart, scalding those select few…

Peace

Some days it feels harder when living in a world intentionally stoked by those lost souls hanging on by their finger nails as they desperately cling to their pursuit of power and greed, whose weapon is subjugation through division, fuelling the red mist of those who live in reaction without awareness. Yet the vast majority…

The Venus Diary

Love and connection appears more complex than before. For many the labyrinth of the digital realm, where algorithms bridge connection and hearts beat in pixels, is the only path to meeting someone. Love, once a private, perhaps parochial, sonnet, now performs on the global stage, its authenticity tested by the masks of filters and emojis.…

The Venus Diary

Love, that ethereal alchemy of the heart, is a melody played on the strings of vulnerability. It is the soft whisper of dawn, the gentle caress that stirs the dormant leaves of the soul; a garden of emotions, where love blossoms like wildflowers, vibrant and untamed, each petal holds the fragrance of shared laughter, stolen…