I need to act more on my inspiration. It’s a failing to keep holding back and let the flame reach the end of the match
I’m sitting outside in the cool summer breeze of a Kiwi evening thinking of all the love I’ve experienced today from my family. What occurs to me is that I’ve had to be awake to loving with our senses. If I hadn’t paid attention I would have missed the power of love and it’s intoxicating inspiration.
I still remember looking at my Dad’s collection of LPs (old speak for MP3 embedded on black plastic dinner plates) and thinking I wonder
I can still remember the day five ‘hoods’ ganged up on me as I was walking home. At around 8000 people, Te Awamutu wasn’t a big town but like any place on the face of the planet it had its ‘bad element’. It still astounds me because I had walked those streets at all times of the day and night and really hadn’t felt unsafe or in danger. Sadly on that day, a Saturday afternoon around 2pm, I became a target. No one likes to be bullied and a bully is a coward but what happens when there’s more than one?
Wrath of the Titans is an epic in your face battlefront. The imagery particularly when viewed in its IMAX 3D format is confronting.
I’m ecstatic, gutted and elated from this movie that played me like a banjo, plucking heart strings at will. In the last month I have