June 17, 2015 § 2 Comments
I’ve been a published artist for many years and I’m used to that (and of course grateful to have all those opportunities), but becoming a published author is a little scary for some reason.
Strangers reading my words and thoughts are not so much of a problem, even though I’m sure there will be people who will think it all nonsense – never mind, I think I can cope with that. I’m not making any great claims of my knowledge or expertise at all and in this work am actively encouraging people to seek out their own Tai Chi Tutors to learn the art seriously.
No – what worries me a little is the people who know me – friends and family – being able to read my thoughts, who might perhaps be surprised at what actually goes through my head.
It is only a small start for having my words published but quite a big step for me. I feel I should be taking myself more seriously for some reason. That is quite hard when I very easily see the absurdities of life.
What I would like, if anybody is reading, is to contact Tai Chi tutors and to welcome them to join my directory and add their weblinks. The cards will shortly be getting a lot of attention and I’d love to be able to offer people access to good training.
June 16, 2015 § Leave a comment
I spent all day today setting up a new wordpress website here.
I have included a page especially for Tai Chi Tutors to add their details. If you would like to be added to the list please navigate here
March 27, 2015 § Leave a comment
I am very happy to announce that with the publication of – Tai Chi Reflections – coming up in august, I will be a fully published author as well as being a long standing, seasoned, published illustrator, thanks to Findhorn Press.
Tai Chi Reflections is a set of 48 self-empowerment cards based around the body language of the tai chi form. I would like, in due course, to tell you all about this project and to introduce you to the great team I assembled for Tai Chi Reflections and also to introduce you to their work.
With a view to better integrating my web presence, I am currently looking to shift all my personal home website to WordPress and then to integrate ‘Still Glides the Stream’, and my other occasional blog ‘An Englishman in Bangkok’ all into one more user friendly site.
I suppose I should be a little more serious about my writing from now on….. and I am of course a very serious man…. but anyone who knows me would surely be a little disappointed if I were to curb the quirkier aspects of my view of the world. Don’t worry – I’m sure that won’t happen.
Thanks for listening,
June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
I found this little fragment in an old notebook – who knows what was going through my mind at the time. It does amuse me though and it could easily fit into the Muesli Slush material – I must get round to stitching all that together sometime and wear it.
In the time it takes to scorch two slices of bread beyond redemption, Muesli Slush had bitten off all the nails on his left hand. He would never now make a guitarist. Nothing sinister about that – he was left handed.
A punch-drunk fly with cauliflower eyes ricocheted around the inside of a chinese lantern. An hour previously it had lost all ability to think longitudinally and in a last visionary blaze of a million suns passed into another life. As it dropped out of the bottom of its world, the bottom dropped out of Muesli’s. In his trembling right hand he held the letter…
May 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
‘Contemplating your navel’ – it seems to me that that’s seen as a pretty much negative phrase, implying a mindless and meaningless self absorption. I was contemplating mine this morning and I invite you to do the same. Go on, stick your finger in it. You can probably get away with doing it wherever you are – on a bus, in a business meeting, painting the Forth bridge etc. Whatever you are doing you can probably surreptitiously find it and touch it.
We rarely think about it, but it’s the biggest most powerful symbol of our independence in the world, created in the moment we left the mothership and floated out into vast dark empty space to start to be whatever we were and are going to be, carrying all the hopes and dreams of our antecedents with us. What a wonderful thing it is.
Oh and while you’re in there, get that little but of fluff out of it.
January 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
As I sit in the Bangkok sunshine sipping my iced latte, I turn my mind back wistfully to my last visit to England over the summer. I had occasion to visit the concourse of Preston Bus Station – now a sad relic of its former glory. There it stands, virtually deserted and mouldering into dust. No more the hubbub of the citizens’ daily lives, no more the trysting place of young lovers, no more the icon of Preston’s bright future. Even the sputum of countless tramps is a distant memory.
The cafe, however, does in fact seem to be thriving, paradoxically, as the last repository for the dwindling ‘care in the community’ patients long since evicted from the sanctuary of Whittingham Hospital. There but for the grace of god go I.
Stand 28 is still there of course. I wandered past and ran my fingers lovingly along the wooden rails and stood a moment in silence, hoping against hope that the P5 would pull in and take me home. They say all roads lead to home, but tragically no longer by way of the happy rumblings of the dear P5.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
A tear in my eye, I left and went to buy some Dettol.
January 13, 2014 § 1 Comment
It’s such a charming sight , though perhaps a little dangerous, both from the risk of accident and from pollution, to see a young Thai woman in a soft evening gown, her unhelmeted, long dark hair flowing in the slipstream, her bare feet in jeweled sandals only centimetres from the hurtling Tarmac, riding side saddle on the back of a greasy motorbike taxi as it threads its labyrinthine way through the immobilized traffic of Bangkok. The driver a latter day Lancelot carrying his fair lady on his white charger, jousting with the forces of darkness and laughing in the face of risk assessment. Rose tinted? – I think not