“In another way,  from another point of view” … DB Boulevard.

Time is the illusion that makes you think you’re separated from everyone but in actual fact time is meaningless when hooked up to universal love 😊

I live in the heart of Melbourne and I’m in the poorest part of Auckland and  it doesn’t matter … cos who we is the same irrespective of where we’re from

It’s always the simple things we miss … a home cooked meal, walking out the front door to go somewhere, basking in the sunlight, the wind on our skin, sand or dirt under our feet, swimming in water, being able to stand next to somebody without fear

After a week away from home, my youngest son asked when I was returning home because he missed me and that footy starts July 25 2020. “I don’t know” I responded. Whenever I used to receive such a response from the boys, knowing that I knew that they knew, I used to say, “well ifContinue reading “It’s always the simple things we miss … a home cooked meal, walking out the front door to go somewhere, basking in the sunlight, the wind on our skin, sand or dirt under our feet, swimming in water, being able to stand next to somebody without fear”

I’ve been advised that i need to be selfish with my time and focus on myself and those people are right, except that ….

R U OK exists because an ordinary 16 year old man Jamie, asked an ordinary man about to jump off a bridge, an ordinary question … “Are you OK?” An extraordinary campaign was launched that saves people’s lives. Ironically, the people who advised me to be selfish are people I’ve helped. I guarantee if IContinue reading “I’ve been advised that i need to be selfish with my time and focus on myself and those people are right, except that ….”

CoVID19 is a tangible threat that forced humanity together in isolation.

Thought forms have caused more devastation and unnecessary loss of life, livelihoods, infrastructure, environmental damage and fear than any human pandemic. Have we learnt nothing in the past 2 months?

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”