Ego Escape

Writer Dylan Morrison

Portal Ego Escape

Just when things appear to settle down we’re often struck by a totally unexpected storm, one whipped up and promoted by ego. As the hyper-defensive element of our earth-bound self, it doesn’t take much to set off a frenzied response to an often exagerated threat. For ego is a restless wee beastie, one unable to lead us into the pasturelands of peace, into the cool caverns of contentment.

Of course at times ego’s second-sight is spot on. We may in fact be under attack from the ego of another, one as dysfunctional as our own, one prone to defend personal space and pseudo-integrity at the slightest hint of danger.

So what hope is there for us in the storm-tossed sea that we call life, the space-time conundrum of ego warfare? Well, thankfully we’re not all ego, for the fragmented and wounded psyche is only the tip of our…

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I’m a horrible example of a Christian

Faith on the Fringe

I’ve determined I’m a horrible example of a Christian.

(I am a wonderful father, just not someone you can point to and say, “he is a good example of a Christian.”)

I reached this conclusion during a time of deep introspection.

The 40 days of Lent represent the 40 days Jesus spent in the wilderness which represent the 40 years the Israelites spent in the wilderness.

During the Lenten season we look inwardly and consider our lives and actions.

While experiencing a brief moment of both introspection and clarity, I concluded that I’m a horrible example of a Christian.

I found Jesus a little more than 13 years ago, at the lowest point of my life. When we reach a low point, we can find that God is already there. Before that, I was a terrible person.

Lent

I was like an old bail of rusting barbwire – a…

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Easter in My Landscape: Celtic Reflections on the Season

The mole stays with me still

The Fellowship of The King

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      It is through the ‘Book of Nature’ that I came to Christ. My journey to faith was through a sense of the divine in all things, and some wonderful messages of Truth which I saved and felt with all of my heart at my Wesleyan Sunday School when I was growing up.  Jesus’ teachings of the meek and the sick, the poor and the hungry being close to God; the concept of sacrifice for the greater good, and the sense of joy felt in the knowledge that we are all God’s children who are free to dance and find joy in creation – these were all teachings which stayed with me.

     My student years, as for many people in liberal Western society, were experimental. My relationship with Jesus did not fade, I now understand; he watched on with forgiveness while I explored meaning and presence in nature. …

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Plen an Gwari means 'playing place' in Cornish. Landscape writing, some parenting, UK travel and Celtic spiriturality