John's Blog

Sometimes, love is like giving water to someone that has a cracked cup. They can't quench their thirst, because they are broken, and incapable of drinking the water.   People are offended when those of low self worth don't respond to love in an expected manner. The offence comes from the inherent belief that love cures all: "If I love a broken someone, they should heal, and blossom." Love does indeed heal all things, and it does make people whole, but sometimes that love isn't in a shape you recognise.  It's not hard to understand that people from different walks of life view success differently. Some people regard fast cars and big houses as symbols of winning. Others want success to create happy families and caring spouses. Both views of success are okay. So, it shouldn't come as a surprise that some people need a different expression of, and respond differently to, love.  Many people accuse the "broken" of being selfish, even contro...

You are not a product of your past, but of the choices and actions you take now.     As a ship moves, it leaves a trail or a track of its travel through the water. You can easily tell where the ship has been by looking at this disturbance that we call a wake.     As much as we can see the ship's past path by observing the wake, it has no direct bearing on the ships movement now or its progress in the future.     It would be ridiculous to claim that the resulting wake has an influence on the ships current direction.     To claim that your life now is a product of your past, is to claim that you have no power to influence your actions or decisions.     Your life is a product of the now. You live as you choose to behave in the moment.     When looking at a clock on the wall, mindless of the countless times the hands have travelled around and around again, we call the time as we see it now.     Your past is...

"Pieces are missing!" I mumbled as I sifted through the pile of heart and mind bits on the floor. "Maybe, or you never had those pieces before," the spirit of wisdom chuckled to himself. My heart had exploded into fragments when i first met her. Then, when she smiled, my mind crumbled in awe of her grace,  eloquence, and beauty. In the aftermath of our meeting, I scrambled to reassemble a functioning existence. Unsure of which pieces went where, I had a feeling bits of me were missing. "Maybe," the jesting spirit continued, "maybe she has the bits you need?" I shot a look in the spirit's direction, hoping for  a  clue, but got none. "Pffft!" I dismissed his comment as a ruse, but secretly, internally, I flung myself to the feet of hope. Im not able to share how she feels, but I can tell you this: the sound of her voice yanks my world from blood into grey, and a glimpse of her smile wrings the grey into daybreak.

Another Self Indulgent Post by John Usher Uncle Ben phoned me before eight this morning.   I thought it unusual and was concerned. I stepped out of the occupied training room and answered the call. "If you don't talk to her today, I will find her and tell her what a fool you are," boomed his stern voice. "You read the blog!" I started to laugh.

A Self-indulgent post by John Usher She stepped through the door and awoke the dragon. The conversation stalled as she entered the training room. She was awkward and uncomfortable. Although, thinking back, it was probably because I was openly staring. She introduced herself bluntly and sat down in the front row. Delicious eyelashes generously framed big, curious, beautiful eyes.   I instantly realised that I was in pain.