I frequently identify all that troubles me — and seems to hold me back from making spiritual progress — as my lower self. But what if that is a misdiagnosis? Or only a partial diagnosis? What if it is in fact a manifestation of my chromo — and possibly neuro — diversity? Does that make …
O soul, why do you keep succumbing to your scheming nafs? Why is it that every time you resolve to turn away, you return so swiftly, forgetting every promise so soon? Is the knowledge that nobody is interested not sufficient reason to shun these foolish designs? But why limit yourself with such ignominious intentions? Leave …
Yes, I did just spend an hour watching some American bloke crafting a coffee table from scratch. Actually, this is a regular occurrence. No Netflix subscription needed in our house. Downtime for me is watching slow carpentry videos from start to finish. The only thing I skip is the message from their sponsors in the …
Unusually for me, this evening I find myself with what we might call “certainty.” In this case, certainty that the world is nothing but an illusion. A framed wedding photo on a shelf has me reflecting on a teenage crush. One of many. This one for the American actress Julia Roberts. Just as I was graduating …
Sometimes I am a kind and charitable man. Unfortunately, there’s another side to me. These two sides are constantly at war, battling one another for domination. Whenever the noble side of me performs a virtuous act, the lower side responds by undermining it. One step forward, two steps back. It’s exhausting.
The powerful will always find money for war. Imagine what they could achieve if they invested it in the pursuit of peace.
I don’t know anything. Whenever I think I know, I’m shown I know nothing at all.
Don’t gift hampers. You’re basically paying for a nice box filled with straw. Here’s one twice the size of a shoe box. It’s ninety percent woodshavings, ten percent posh food. The goodies were tasty, without a doubt. Only, probably not worth the inflated markup that comes from being placed on a bed of straw. Still, …
Well, this doesn’t bode very well. I haven’t even started my new exercise routine, and yet already I have achy bones. Some of the aches, I can’t even understand where they came from. Driving the car? Using my computer? Doing some gardening, a whole week ago? The sudden change in the weather alone? So strange.
Gideon Falter has my sympathy. I was once pulled over by the police in the middle of the night for driving extremely carefully, which they deemed suspicious. Fortunately, once they realised I was merely bringing my wife home from an evening spent in A&E, the second of the two officers admitted it was simply a …
For what it’s worth, I’m okay being a woke, lefty, liberal snowflake, even if for some this makes me a substandard believer or renegade. It’s just what I am. Get over it. P.S. We might be talking about different things. Don’t assume terminology has the same meaning in different contexts. To me, woke means to …
It’s a blessing to find a teacher who keeps things real. Attach yourself to those who are fair and just, who refuse to justify the unjustifiable or make excuses for what should be condemned. If you can’t find such a teacher, hold to that for yourself. Inshallah, in time, God will send you the companions …
We walked 5.3 miles today, discovering new trails amidst glades of flowering Bluebells. Just your average Saturday.
