Locky J Writes

 The call goes out," roll up the tents, close down the watchtowers". Summer in all its glory, like a vanquished army, heads north. Summer days, warm shimmery hazes all packed and plants unfurl their last flowers. Warmth and beach days, side by side, solemnly march forth.  In the rear, the last battalions of the sun bravely dance through the valleys.  No match are they though for the grinding trudge of the winter warriors.  With crinkled eye the summer sun assesses the losses,summer victories he tallies. As winter, with frost shields and icy morning spears, erects its barriers. The summer and winter generals stare across the battlefield. Both seeing victory and defeat. Both knowing there is a time to win and a time to yield. Both knowing it will be soon and again they will meet.  For theirs is the eternal battle, as nature does demand.  Of which both are just pawns and both must play their hand.  In salute they tip their caps, knowing that in fact they are friend not foe. But

Nature, the wonders we can never summit. Dancing water in the river of life never slows. Is it because we fight against it, Instead of going with the flow? I stumble and bumble, my way, Don't we all fight hard to persevere? Instead, if we just felt it, with it sway. No need to fight it, flow here to there. The earth has this way of dancing, Slow, steady but oh so intoxicating. Swing and sway, she is entrancing, The wind slides in, inebriating. Subtle, sexy, change of seasons, Like a funky slide guitar. She has her reasons, I'll fold to what they are.

How hard is it to put ourselves out there and continually move forward as entrepreneurs and creators?!  In this world of cold faced businesses, deadlines and unyielding educational frameworks, we do not seem to fit and that impacts our self-esteem massively. These are just a couple of the thoughts I had as I worked on an article for a customer, thoughts which have given birth to this blog post. I realized that the best response that the creators can mount is that they continue to CREATE!! Hell, it is vital that you do not stop! Can be just a little, doesn't have to be a lot, just don't stop!  I realized that I have been guilty of stopping my creative outlets, ceasing to listen to the whispers of my creative soul; preferring to listen to the grating shouts of the business world. How could that be so?  How could I, an online blogger, content creator and one who espouses the location independent lifestyle no less, fall so in love with the cold, grey and fac

                                       Morning, The River. Awaken! Tendrils of mist, silent ghostly worshipers, rise across the river. Ghost’s departing their watery graves. Softly, softly, feathered singers serenade. Subtle, sensual, this dance with the mists. Sun sneaks above the horizon, a timid child approaching the new day. Wind gently caresses the willows, sweeping down the river path. Pillows trek across the sky, to and fro, merchants of the blue. Warmth, slithers across the landscape, embracing all. Old friends reunited, gentle murmurs raise across the land. Awake now, this river of life. Locky J 

(Mindset Matters is a series relating to mindset, challenging you to identify blockages or negative thinking patterns and, hopefully, it will be helpful in breaking those barriers to your thinking that may be limiting you in your everyday lives. LockyJ :) PART 1  Mindset Matters: Are You Building A Prison Or A Palace? Having recently bought a house I have been "investing" in learning how to develop property, seeing as this is my first house and it certainly fits the "renovators dream" sales pitch! Video's, blogs, books, and podcast that deal with home improvement, property development and the like I have been trying to devour, in order that I can make the most informed decisions for improvements I make. So here I was the other day, I was listening to a podcast by a successful property developer, the podcast was all about how they went from nothing to the wildly successful billionaire they are today. The interviewer was doing a great job, getti

Last week it was raining, that slow steady drizzle that we all associate winter days with. The kind of day that has a crisp snap to the air, as that of a scolding parent should you dare head outside without a coat. The clouds laboured their way across the skies, heavy and ominous, threatening at any moment to spill forth their cargo as in protest. And the rain ? The rain fell softly, almost lazily, from the sky above. Raindrops, like casual shoppers at a sunday market, drifted here and there on a whim. I was stopped at the traffic lights in my car when an errant rain drop, more enthusiastic than the others, snapped me out of my reverie with a "plop" right in front of my face. I had my mind on work, family and all the stresses of the day to day grind, my mind existing in another plane of creation far from the reality that I was actually experiencing. So disconnected had I become to the natural world that I watched in awe as the rain drop meandered down my windo