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About Me

Very much a proud Australian but it is Scottish blood that pulses through my veins.As a child I grew up with three sisters (no brothers)hence I was outdoors as much as possible. I lived surrounded by nature at a place where two large rivers met (the junction). I enjoyed an amazing childhood full of adventure, mischief, friendship, fishing, swimming, bikes, grazed elbows, tadpoles and cubby houses.I spent my teenage years and my 20's obsessed with writing and performing music via guitar and singing. I played in several working bands performing original music up until the cusp of my 30th year but today have a more corporate vocation.I believe in faith, imagination, emotion and attitude. I believe that through true understanding of these things anything is possible and anything can be accomplished.I am not tertiary educated but am facinated by philosophy, metaphysics, religion and broader thought. My goal is simply to enjoy this wonderful adventure of life, gather knowledge and discover as much hidden beauty as possible.If I have sent you a friend request, it is because I have found you somewhat like minded or I have found your viewpoint and beliefs very different and therefore intriguing. I do not enjoy conflict but love exchanging ideas, concepts and philosophies.I am also a cyclic insomniac of diabolical proportion and my mind rarely rests. (Hence my blogs). My friends and family know me as a Harlequin (clown)and I do get a kick from making people laugh.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who value simple pleasures but deep thought or people who think very differently to me.

My Blog

Truth

Gather focus, muster thought, a single point at apex sort. See these words as shapes conversing. Speaking deep to mind traversing.Come to flight, away, away. New horizon perfect day. Body lost now wei...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 10:29:00 GMT

Pictures & Power

An artist uses paint and board, mixes hue with line accord.The quest expressed to capture lightcreate a form from mind to sight.Musicians blend with notes in songhigh and low, short and long.They add ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 01:20:00 GMT

Beautiful Fury

Beautiful Fury Distant sky a cloak in blackDrawing nigh surprise attackIt sends a scout, awakens trees A freshening gust invading breeze Flash in sky brings flickered sightRumble threat sets birds ...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 18:33:00 GMT

Who I am

Look into my eyes and you will look upon my soul. ....I wish to take nothing I'd rather you stay whole.....I've walked a million footsteps, I've been good and I've been bad. ....I've used and seen ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 06:23:00 GMT

Fate and Destiny

Do you believe in destiny and fate? It intrigues me how often I discover a belief in predetermined life occurrences amongst people I talk to. Even those whom appear to have no belief in a spiritual r...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 03:51:00 GMT

New Beginnings

Crimson gold reflects in skyDream of beauty truth or lieGentle breeze tease face and skinIn solitude absorbed withinSilence paints through thought in mindA ripple in the pool of timeAnd from my lips a...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 21:16:00 GMT

Definition of insanity

Nothing and no-one can give us everlasting happiness. No thing and no person. You are the only person in the entire world that can give that to yourself. When you find yourself thinking, 'I would have...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:23:00 GMT

Joy and Self

This world, this sphere, the strangest place. Mosaic of colour, rule and race This life in body, this gift, this test To grow and learn, become our best We laugh, we sing, we sometimes cry We fig...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 04:18:00 GMT

Memory of youth

The Songs of My Summers The songs of my summers still echo, on a river that's shinning with gold Bare chests and dirt painted faces, in youth locked and not to grow old. The laughter that rendered s...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 12:16:00 GMT

The Yearning

Like a ghost from my memory it appears from the darkness That which should not exist but yet manifests Is this feeling immortal & never to be dust Created, now alive, it is separated from my will...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 02:41:00 GMT