Stop Searching…

It seems there is always another mountain to conquer for so many people. When you are young you have to chase that dream, that elusive success or thing that will get you in. Some people spend their whole life chasing after things that they never should have chased in the first place. “They just maybe a better way, a better job, a better person, waiting for me somewhere” or so too many tell themselves. They never stop and appreciate all that they already have. Instead they continue to chase those things until they get to the cliff’s edge and in their desperation leap and fall.

From such a fall there is no redemption, no way to rewind and do things over. Instead they must accept their fate and either fight the inevitable or give in. So, before we get to the edge we need to step back, stop and think. “Have been chasing pavements all this time? This is what we need to know, what we need to decide. There are many no longer here with us who never had the chance to have this moment. Now they are gone. But we are still here and in a quiet moment of all the world’s noise, we need to decide to stop searching for things. To stop searching for wealth, health and happiness. To know that we an create happiness right where we are, right now. Stop chasing after the perfect time, because each time we reach for it it steps a little past our finger tips – and we only grab air…

Oh what we find,
 when we stop searching.
 Oh what we find, 
when we stop forcing.
 Oh what we receive, 
when we stop fearing. 
Oh what we become,
 when we just love. 
                      Creig Crippen

I Do Not Know How…

I Do Not Know How...


I stand tall as a tree rooted deeply
I do not know how...

I can fly depths and heights unimagined
I cannot tell how...

What I build can never be destroyed
I cannot say how...

When I have lost the battle I still clench the victory
to show you I cannot...

The stormy clouds soothe but do not destroy me
a miracles I could not foretell...

Through glassy pains I see nothing 
but my vision is enough so I do not stumble...

Without a blueprint I build on a strong foundation
though the workmanship is not mine...

held at gunpoint the trigger pulled I survived
though I had not moved a muscle...

In my hand I held nothing but I have much
from nothing emerged plenty miracles...

All I wear is tattered but I am always warm
no logic science cannot tell...

I stand and sleep - there is only standing room
yet I am refreshed, renewed...

I do not know
I cannot tell'
but I know it is so...

Writer’s Block

In life there are times when writer’s block strikes. So you have decided to turn a new page which will be a new chapter. It is a lot like how many saw 2020, a new chapter. After all 2019 had signalled the end of a decade and a new one was about to begin. There were many #vision, #travel, #goals, #2020 goals. Based on those, it was clear that for some 2020 would be the best year ever!

Then life threw a really massive curveball and cut the wind out of many person’s sail.

No longer was the focus on starting that thing that would lead to much needed change, taking risks and achieving that one goal that had eluded you so far. The focus for many, who never had to worry about it before, was just making it through 2020 alive.

The chapter we were about to write was now under threat and under the severe pressure of the stress that this pandemic has brought, you have developed writer’s block. Those who had a vague plan to begin with. whose creative juices came in unexpected spurts, this has meant as of now in May the page is still blank. Now instead of thinking about what you want to write in your book, you are look back at 2019 and have decided that after all it wasn’t so bad. You star at the blank page and think of how impossibly hard it will to write and you begin to sweat profusely when you attempt to put pen to paper. No longer are your creative juices flowing, instead the lava of fear that eats away at any resolve you had to do a 180 in your life and live your best life ever!

Stuck between a rock and a hard place many become mentally paralysed that instead of looking ahead they keep looking behind, for the past to save them and keep them warm when the cold daggers of reality threaten to spill blood. Writing that chapter becomes an insurmountable task as instead of wondering how to begin you question the practicality of continuing. You stand in the middle of the darkness and attempt to write on a page smothered in tears of despair. Will the book be compromised, will your story ever reach a high point or is it destined to remain in stagnation, started but never completed.

You will never move on, never complete that chapter because all of your sorrows and doubts are trapped in your head and leaves no space for you to extract colour from the grey matter. The focus on what has not worked will lead to a decline in conviction to try something else, to see this change like any other change; it is something that will allow you to stress the limits of your own understanding of yourself to find that masterpiece that only you can produce. Your paralysis can only be accommodated if you allow yourself to remain numb to the possibility of reworking what the beginning of this new chapter should look like. It ends when we can accept that remaining in the throes of your writer’s block can lead to missed opportunities for growth and exponential growth. It is not that you have the condition but that you have decided to remain in the safety of the known and not progress to the unknown. It may be scary but the possible reward of encountering unimagined side roads and lanes of new discovery, is worth the risk. Forget the fear and just write your way into a new season