

I’m a support worker in adult social care with an open-ended curiosity in the nature of mind.


We are simultaneously wide open and empty yet pregnant with infinite potential and possibility.
Sometimes our imagination saves us and sometimes it condemns us.
The quality of our mind determines the quality of our life.

We don’t have anything.
We are everything.

Everything changes except the awareness of change. This open allowing is the same now as it was when we were born and will remain clear and open until we die.
A simple presence with what is here, a silent attendance to how things are.
The world becomes both incredibly small and infinitely boundless at the same time.
Time, space, size all conflate into a seamless unseparated continuum.