It’s okay to feel unokay To feel disappointed, bitter and depressed To feel like ending things Life, relationships or friendships For...

If I could change the world, my sweets I’d take it slowly, no radical feats I wouldn’t do much, no, not for days I’d simply stop, admire...

An interview with Jeffrey Shaw who said: Philip Bradbury is a New Zealand-born author, speaker and business consultant who has spent a...

I know you’re supposed to just, like, send Valentines to the one you’re married to. Pretend you’ve got the secret hots for them and all...

Got me bung leg in the war, see. Well, actually, got me leg a bit earlier, back when I’s born. Got them both way back then, along with...

One red morning I stepped on a mystery and it beseeched me take another step and find its answer. Finding and Seeking are different...

Having had 20 books published and an equal number in process, people ask where I get my ideas from. These questions spurned the idea to...

I wiped my tears from the sky today. Well, I would have if I’d known how to cry. But I could cry. I cried when I met the boy and his...

The Great Sculptor sees the beauty within the stone, the gorgeous shape he is undressing with his chip, chip, chipping. We see a craggy,...

Dear Friend, You may have forgotten that you have forgotten me; that I exist. That forgetfulness, my friend, is born of FEAR – Feverish...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most confident prince in the land? When I started writing books, all those years ago, I was so full...

If we can imagine it, it already exists. If we can speak of it, it already exists. A Course in Miracles tells us that when we are at the...

They peel off from the passing West Wind, now fragments of the gust, now zephyrs easing through the cracks in my doors and windows....

The key in his back, wound each day by duty and habit, turned relentlessly. The rising sun’s welcome drew up the curtain of dew,...

The universe has a wicked sense of humour and I don't always laugh. I had determined to be an aspect of Love and to find Peace and Love...

Just fingerprints on the handrail of my memories The world I knew has lost its smell, it’s shape Uneasy silences, conspiracies have...

T’was the year they called The One Of Twenty One For many folks it wasn’t much fun While the rest of us stood by, bemused, peaceful and...

Choice is a word they use for good things, here – choice day, choice person, choice book … but the word haunts my every dream and...

“New shoes! That’s what I wanted for Christmas!” Maxine whined. “New shoes, Mum, that’s all I had on my list!” “Yes, dear, I know about...

July 15th, 2014, 5.00 am, Uluru, Australia The pale Englishman unfurled from his desert tent, the shy morning sun glowed orange on the...