I write journeys. You travel through my writing – not anywhere exotic. Well, through your own soul. And I guess you can be a bird of paradise inside. With all the bright plumage you like. 

The world needs two sorts of people for change. Those out front and those building from the inside. I can’t find the name for the genius of the Civil Rights Non-violence Workshops? Give me time to hunt. To find that hidden figure who built so many for the front row abuse. 

In order to not diminish others, you must be secure inside. 

In order to learn differently, you must be secure. To be different takes secureness from the inside out. 

In order to be secure, you much have a core. Travelling through yourself to the inside is the only route to the core. But then you can travel out wholly to anywhere in openness. 

In order to show others, you can’t read you must be vulnerable. This goes for all struggles.

In order to be vulnerable, you need a core. 

In order to truly connect to one another, you must first be vulnerable. Which you can only do by having a core. The core of self-understanding. 

The core came first which is a little like solving the riddle of the chicken and the egg. 

No wonder reading my books is not a passive experience. I’m demanding you travel within the words. But oh how I have watched others travel to such a new place inside. Maybe it is exotic. Certainly colourful.

Has anyone ever seen a cheerful lookin’ heron? What goes on inside? 

Naoisé 28th July 2020