Its been some time since I last wrote anything. We have been inundated by lovely visitors in our little home here. The seasons are moving in their own gentle way, and I have been moving with them. There has been some digging to do and the planting of seeds. Falling into the earth they crack and die and are suddenly born fresh with green newness. Little shoots from the black soil, innocent, wise, clean and forgiving. This is how I want to live.

I found another Merton book in a tiny bookstore in Kenmare while we were travelling. "To be a seed in the ground of one's life is to dissolve in the ground in order to become fruitful. One disappears into Love, in order to "be Love". But this fruitfulness is beyond any planning and any understanding. To be "fruitful" in this sense, one must forget every idea of fruitfulness or productivity and merely be."

I have been surfing a lot recently and dissolving myself in the ocean. The more I surf and sing and write the more I want to distance myself from the 'industry' of these things. The flashy glossy surf dollars. The music business with all its fashion trends, its poisoned advertising campagns, its cocaine and make-up and fakeness. The whole world is crumbling. New shoots are pushing up from the soil, full of freshness. No more rock stars. No more millionaires. Just newness and realness from unknown names.

I'll leave you with one of the new shoots. Its my friend Kevin Murphy from Cork. Very quiet with a voice like honey and a gentle guitar.
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