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Attachment versus detachment
How do we free ourselves of attachment?
I think sometimes the whole idea of giving up possessions in Buddhist/Zen thought is misunderstood. To be enlightened doesnāt mean you canāt own anything, it simply means you must aim to give up all attachment to things. There is a difference.
Imagine your car were to be impounded tomorrow, or break down, or catch fire and become a completeā¦
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Inside the Reichstag, Berlin
Inside the Reichstag,Ā Berlin
Iāve been to Berlin four or five times now (I honestly canāt remember) but at least four times! And each time, I see another layer of this amazing city. To be honest, the first time I visited Berlin back in 2009 I didnāt really āgetā it. I had heard so much hype about the city, but I guess because I was a solo traveller, and admittedly also a bit of a naive traveller, I didnāt at that stage seeā¦
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Back in Prague
After three or more years in Australia, Iām officially back in Europe. Things are lovely and sunny here in Prague. Itās so great to be catching up with friends. But quite a whirlwind reintroduction to travel, and Iāve been flat out trying to juggle work, travel, and social life. Crashing at a mateās place at the moment.
Arrived in Berlin a week ago and met up with a couple of friends fromā¦
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A Walk In The Park
A Walk In TheĀ Park
Iām back in Prague after four years away in Australia, and it feels strange to be back. I landed in Berlin a little over a week ago, and arriving there as well as arriving in Prague, I was hit with a peculiar mix of emotions. It felt so familiar being back and at the same time everything felt completely new, almost like I was visiting Europe for the first time.
Walking through Riegrovy Sadyā¦
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Don't Forget The Small Things
Donāt Forget The SmallĀ Things
How do you see a sunset?
You go to the beach in the early morning, or the forest, or your rooftop, or that cafe with the perfect view of the city. You sit down. You open your eyes.
VoilĆ ! Youāre seeing the sun set.
Or are you?
How much of your life is spent consciously taking in the details of life around you and how much is spent on autopilot? Letās do a simple thought exercise,ā¦
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How to re-energise your writing and your creative routine
How to re-energise your writing and your creativeĀ routine
Writing can be gruelling work. Ernest Hemingway knew this all too well. He often wrote at a standing desk because he knew that if he got too comfortable writing, heād soon fall asleep.
Well, okay ā¦ perhaps that also had something to do with his drinking habit, but even if youāre not an alcoholic, you must admit, wordsmithing is tough work, and it can make anyone tired.
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3 Ways Writing Transforms Your Life
3 Ways Writing Transforms YourĀ Life
Some of the greatest writers of our time were drunks and agoraphobics. Ernest Hemingway wrote at a writing desk apparently only because he said if he sat down to write heād only pass out because of being so inebriated. Emily Dickinson wrote most of her famous poetry cooped up in an attic. The stereotypical writer tends to be a lonely image of a mad-capped troubled artist furiously scribbling awayā¦
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Hives
The very thought of it made him all itchy. The doctors told him it was all in his mind. Just drink a glass of wine and forget it. Stress most likely. The life of a struggling virtuoso is not all its cranked up to be, they told him. Why not take up a real trade? But only Gian knew how on hot summer nights when the wind blew in south-easterly through his window, ripping up the sea, he would rollā¦
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Journey To The Dollar Of TheĀ Earth EXT. WIDE OPEN DESERT - DAY PROSTRATING MAN: Great dollar in the sky! We have travelled for many miles seeking the great truth.
The Good Shepherd
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The Good Shepherd
INT. CORPORATE OFFICE ā DAY
RACHAEL: Iām glad you could come in today Patrick. Now, Patrick. I need to talk to you about your behaviour in the office. There have been several complaints from the female staff, and even a couple of the male staff mind you, about sexual harassment.
PATRICK: But I didnāt. I would never. I really neverā¦
RACHAEL: No, no Patrick. You see, thatās the problem. Youāre a good looking man. Everyone sees it. You have a lot going for you. Youāre smart, driven, healthyā¦ glowing skin, and yet you havenāt attempted a single sexual advance on another colleague. Now, explain yourself.
PATRICK: Iā¦ I thought it would be inappropriate.
RACHAEL: Define inappropriate.
PATRICK: The unwanted social behaviour distinguished byā¦
RACHAEL: There are several women who have come into my office in tears saying that you wonāt even slap them on the arse as they walk by through the hall.
PATRICK: Itās politically incorrect.
RACHAEL: You have so much to learn. So much to learn. Dear dear Patrick. The second issue is that I donāt have your pay check this week. In fact, I might never have it. But Patrick, maybe thereās another way, the chief executive officer, me, can pay you for all your hard work.
PATRICK: Oh, but, Iā¦
Rachael gets up from her desk and slowly moves around it over to Patrickās side like a lioness stalking her prey.
RACHAEL: Remember that visualisation seminar I paid for last month, for the staff? Remember that? How to take visual holidays, in your mind, to help you relax. To free yourself of stress. To improve productivity.
(now behind him, massaging his shoulders seductively)
Imagine a field, a Welsh field. Yes, close your eyes now Patrick. Youāre in a field in Wales. The sky is dark and grey, but slowly clearing up. The sun is poking through a hole. In the sky. You are a shepherd, Patrick. Imagine! Yes, there you are, a Welsh shepherd. Yes Iām here too. I can see you now. With your staff, upright. And Iām a little wooly lamb in the meadow. Baaaaaā¦ Baaaaaā¦ We canāt help ourselves Patrick. Weāre just animals arenāt we?
Rachael moves around in front of Patrick now, and crawls onto his lap.
PATRICK: Oh Rachael! Yes! Yes! Yes!
They kiss passionately. Hands going everywhere.
RACHAEL: Call me your dirty little lambchop!
PATRICK: Oh Rachael! My dirty little lambchop!
Rachael suddenly stops, stands up in front of Patrick, realigns her suit and straightens her hair.
RACHAEL: (stern, composed) Right. Thatās quite enough.
She returns to her seat behind the desk as Patrick watches confused.
RACHAEL: Iām afraid you have failed the sexual harassment in the work place test. I had such high hopes for you Patrick. Such high hopes.
Patrick exits the room, his head low.
THE END.
Think About The Kids MR. DARCY: Oh, Elizabeth, I do ever so much look forward to spending our days together.
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Think About The Kids
[EXT. COUNTRY ESTATE, LATE 1700s ENGLAND ā DAY]
MR. DARCY: Oh, Elizabeth, I do ever so much look forward to spending our days together.
ELIZABETH: Yes, I too feel a sense of general anticipation, Mr. Darcy.
MR. DARCY: And to think, it nearly didnāt come to be. With you fraternising with that horrid Mr. Wickham.
ELIZABETH: Horrid man.
MR. DARCY: Yes, horrid. He was only after one thing. What Iām saying is, Iām very glad indeed that we found each other. Two pure-hearted souls on this road together, in life.
ELIZABETH: Quite the poet arenāt you, Mr. Darcy?
MR. DARCY: I am now. Now that Iāve met you Elizabeth. The stars shine brighter, the grass smells grassier, the ā¦ clouds appear ā¦ cloudier?
ELIZABETH: Practice makes good work of it, doesnāt it?
MR. DARCY: I feel like Iām a poet, when Iām with you. To think that you have accepted my hand in marriage, it sends shivers of excitement down my spine.
ELIZABETH: Yes, Mr. Darcy.
MR. DARCY: Yes? How do I say this, Elizabeth? I am feeling quite encouraged. By your ā¦ femininity.
ELIZABETH: Mr. Darcy, there is something I need to tell you.
MR. DARCY: What is it, my love?
ELIZABETH: Promise me you wonāt get terribly angry.
MR. DARCY: I will certainly try, but may I also be candid with you? This exchange is unexpected. Elizabeth, whatever could be wrong?
ELIZABETH: I have five kids.
MR. DARCY: What? Already? But we havenāt even ā¦? Thatās what I was getting at! Oh God, not that darsted Wickham was it? He got to you didnāt he? Couldnāt keep his grubby mitts off? But five kids! And out of wedlock I can only presume? There was never any talk of a divorce! I never saw you with a belly?
ELIZABETH: Well, itās true. I have five kids. I wanted to tell you, I really did. Oh, Mr. Darcy, I do hope there wonāt be any talk of divorce now. My kids mean so much to me. I was just afraid to bring them up in case you wouldnāt, you know, accept them. And me. When we are so much in love. In time I know that you will grow to love them all: Ringy, Nosey, Jonathan, Mabel, and Toey.
MR. DARCY: Forgive me if I step out of line Elizabeth, but those names. It sounds like Mr. Wickham was involved.
ELIZABETH: He wasnāt.
MR. DARCY: Then who and where is the man responsible for these kids?!
ELIZABETH: I got them off the farmer at the market.
MR. DARCY: Got them? Off the farmer? At the market? Is that how you speak of the sacred union between man and woman? Wickham did get to you! I donāt know of anyone else cunning enough. He dressed up as a farmer! Yes, yes, I see it in now! That swine! Fraternising with women, and fraternising with pigs. I should have known. Iāll find him I will. No eloping this time. Iāll force him to marry you too! Monogamy be damned! But dear Elizabeth, is this the end for us?
ELIZABETH: You assume too much, Mr. Darcy. I got them just last week.
MR. DARCY: Got them? You mean you adopted your young? Oh Highest Heaven, you mean you have quadruplets? With Mr. Wickham dressed as a blasted pig herder! Youāve named them before theyāre even born? But why am I only hearing about this now?
ELIZABETH: Mr. Darcy, I have five goats.
MR. DARCY: Five goats!
ELIZABETH: Yes, Mr. Darcy. Five kids. Five goats.
MR. DARCY: Youāve already bought a goat for each one? Wickham, you peasant dog!
ELIZABETH: Five kids that are goats!
MR. DARCY: Elizabeth, this is all sounding very pagan.
ELIZABETH: I donāt have children, Mr. Darcy. It was a joke. I bought five goats at the market. I thought we could start a little hobby farm. You have an adequate sized estate, donāt you?
MR. DARCY: Of course. Please, forgive my tempestuousness. Seriously Elizabeth, this wry sense of humour of yours is sometimes just too much. Iāll end up with an aneurism.
ELIZABETH: Letās make love in the barn.
MR. DARCY: I didnāt know we had one.
[THE END.]
Get Well Soon Carp INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY JIM: Mum? MOTHER: Jimmy! There's my boy! JIM: Ā Iām so glad youāre okay!
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Get Well Soon Carp
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM ā DAY
[A WOMAN, MOTHER, LAYS BACK IN BED, BOTH HER ARMS AND ONE LEG SUSPENDED AND IN CASTS. A VASE OF FLOWERS SIT ON A BEDSIDE TABLE AS WELL AS AN ASSORTMENT OF COLOURFUL BALLOONS AND CARDS. THERE IS JUST ENOUGH SPACE FOR HER ORANGE JUICE IN A LITTLE PLASTIC MUG. THE SLOW BEEP OF HOSPITAL MACHINES AND THE DISTANT CHIT-CHAT OF NURSES TALKING TO PATIENTS CAN BE HEARD IN THE BACKGROUND. A KNOCK AT THE DOOR AND IT OPENS TO REVEAL A YOUNG, BRIGHT-FACED, WELL-DRESSED MAN, JIM, HOLDING A CARP IN AN OPEN BUNDLE OF NEWSPAPER. THE THING IS SO HUGE HE NEEDS TWO HANDS. ITāS STILL DRIPPING. IT LOOKS REMARKABLY FRESH. PERHAPS HE HAS JUST CAUGHT IT? HE KICKS THE DOOR CLOSED WITH HIS FOOT.]
JIM: Mum?
MOTHER: Jimmy! Thereās my boy!
JIM: [STILL WITH THE FISH AWKWARDLY IN HIS HANDS, HE APPROACHES THE BED]Ā Iām so glad youāre okay! When I heard of the accident, well, I came here as soon as I could. I told you mother, that bloody motor scooter would do you in!
MOTHER: Oh Jim, itāll take more than a four wheel drive to do me in! The doctors say the surgery went perfectly. Iāll have the pins out in less than two years. Honestly, Iām fine.
JIM: Oh mum, Iām so relieved.I couldnāt bare to think ā¦ [HE SEEMS TO ONLY JUST REMEMBER THAT HE IS HOLDING SOMETHING] Oh here, I got you this.
[AS THE BEDSIDE TABLE IS FULL, HE PLACES THE CARP BESIDE HIS MOTHER ON THE BED.]
MOTHER: [LOOKING DOWN AT THE CARP, SHE FROWNS]Ā Oh, you didnāt need to, but Jimā¦ what is it?
JIM: Itās a carp. you know? The fish?
MOTHER: Yes ā¦ but why are you giving it to me? Here? Now?
JIM: Well, itās a get well soon ā¦ [A LOOK OF SUDDEN REALISATION. HE TAKES ANOTHER LOOK AT THE BEDSIDE TABLE. CLOSE UP ON THE CARDS] car ā¦ p.
[THE END]
Mother's Resolution
Motherās Resolution
INT. DARK LIVING ROOM ā EVENING. [NORMAN BATES SITS ON A SOFA BY HIS āMOTHERā, A SKELETON WEARING A GREY WIG, WHO SITS IN A ROCKING CHAIR IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM. NORMAN SLOWLY ROCKS HER ROCKING CHAIR WITH HIS HAND. HE SIGHS. PUSHING CARS INTO SWAMPS TAKES A LOT OF WORK!] NORMAN: What is your new yearās resolution, mother? [SILENCE.] NORMAN: Mother? [A MOMENT.] MOTHER [IN A MUMBLED VOICE,ā¦
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Mother's Resolution
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Mother's Resolution
INT. DARK LIVING ROOM ā EVENING.
[NORMAN BATES SITS ON A SOFA BY HIS āMOTHERā, A SKELETON WEARING A GREY WIG, WHO SITS IN A ROCKING CHAIR IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM. NORMAN SLOWLY ROCKS HER ROCKING CHAIR WITH HIS HAND. HE SIGHS. PUSHING CARS INTO SWAMPS TAKES A LOT OF WORK!]
NORMAN: What is your new yearās resolution, mother?
[SILENCE.]
NORMAN: Mother?
[A MOMENT.]
MOTHER [IN A MUMBLED VOICE, ALMOST LIKE SOMEONE IS TALKING OUT THE SIDE OF THEIR MOUTH]: To get six pack abs.
[NORMAN INSTANTLY RECOILS, TAKES HIS HAND OFF THE ROCKING CHAIR, AND SITS UP STRAIGHT.]
NORMAN: Mother? Are you okay? You donāt sound yourself.
MOTHER: Sure I do, son. Iāve decided to get fit, I have. Yes, starting today Iām going to start going to the gym. Iām going to do pushups every morning, and smoothies. Yes, smoothies! Iām going to make lots of mango smoothies and run around the block, I am. Yes, just you watch! Mother isnāt quite done yet! ā¦
[NORMAN GETS UP AND LOOKS BEHIND THE ROCKING CHAIR WHERE HE SEES HIS CLEANING LADY TALKING INTO HER CUPPED HANDS, HUDDLED IN THE DARK.]
MOTHER [NOW SIMONE]: ā¦ Iām gonna get fit ānā healthy! Yes! Yes! Just you wait and see!
NORMAN: Simone?
SIMONE: [LOOKING UP TO SEE NORMAN] Oh. Hi, Norman.
NORMAN: I thought you were all finished with the cleaning?
SIMONE: I was. Came back to get my broom. Gave mother here a bit of a polish while I was at it. Hope you donāt mind?
[NORMAN DOESNāT QUITE KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS HANDS. HE PUTS THEM IN HIS POCKET AND SHYLY TAKES A STEP BACK.]
NORMAN: Um ā¦ I guess, not. No. I mean, not at all.
[SIMONE STANDS UP, EDGES HER WAY AROUND THE ROCKING CHAIR AND OUT OF THE CORNER OF THE ROOM, AND BRUSHES HERSELF OFF.]
SIMONE: See you Monday then?
NORMAN: Yes. I suppose so.
SIMONE: Good.
[SIMONE TAKES HER BROOM AND BACKS OUT OF THE DARK ROOM.]
[NORMAN SITS BACK DOWN AND TAPS HIS FINGERS NERVOUSLY ON THE ARM OF HIS SOFA. HE TURNS TO MOTHER TO SAY SOMETHING BUT DECIDES NOT TO.]
THE END.
Happy You Near!
EXT. VERANDAH, OVERLOOKING FARM ā NIGHT [An old man sits in a large cane armchair. At the railing, stand an old woman, a woman, and a young girl, looking out over a city skyline hemmed by gum trees and a snaking river.] [In the quiet, a bug zapper cracks gently.] [The old man grabs the hand of the old woman and gently tugs her back into the chair with him, folding her in his arms.] OLD MAN: Happyā¦
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