Category: writing
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Maze Drawings by Tony Chapman
spontaneous writing on my very own blog: hurtles, backfiring, over the crescent of the yellow hill, dazzled by sunflowers and a myriad daisies and yellow tulips and multiple suns and I’ve been brain washed to thinking what I write and draw can never be quite good enough… what do you think?
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The Universal Truck Of Humanity
well, here we go: a four wheeled truck creeps up the mountain path ( my breathing deepens immediately as I write this first non-sense, or hidden -sense line) (the voices in this Hema cafe chatter and choppy-sea around me. pleasantly busy. different cultures) the truck flies every flag of every nationality. it is universal ,…
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diary entry for today: rubbish tip beauty , present moment recycling thoughts, the rich tapestry of Tony Chapman’s “reality”
22nd Dec 15 So many things to say. Chair scrapes accross the plastic tiles behind me in this cafe. Before I started writing I had so many ideas of what to write about in my brain. Now I start I don’t know which idea to use first. I think the first thing is: people actually…
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waiting for the window to be fixed.
sitting in our tiny living room waiting for man to arrive to fix the window.Forced to stay put, I gradually arrive and my breath deepens and my shoulders drop … … now he’s arrived and he is fixing the window … its open and a clean, cool, fresh wind blows in … very welcome after…
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19-12-15 so, finally made ANOTHER Clay figure! while tele was on – washing machine working quite well, will make bed tomorrow (Ikea bed). 20-12-15 well it seems Ireally do havea digital diary I am using to record my thoughts , it really does work. Lying in bed at 6:00 am, ! NOW, in Hema, Santa…
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l wake up this morning, lack of sleep
tired and feeling depressed about my life . Will do my 1/2 hour meditation in a moment and then feel better about my life… and then arrive in the Moment. But the thing is, is the feeling before I meditate telling me something I should listen to? or is it fine to shake the feeling…
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hello 137 by Tony Chapman
Outside birds sing … dawn chorus … faint light appears through the skylight above me … a hum and the faint tap of my Spen stylus … me trying to write about what is in this moment … tiredness behind my eyes … apps are the Alladins cave … I lie awake all night searching…
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We passed the shop that sold lavender.
We passed it on the way to the Swiss Mountains. Oh, how they chortled and sang.