I need to act more on my inspiration. It’s a failing to keep holding back and let the flame reach the end of the match
I’m sitting outside in the cool summer breeze of a Kiwi evening thinking of all the love I’ve experienced today from my family. What occurs to me is that I’ve had to be awake to loving with our senses. If I hadn’t paid attention I would have missed the power of love and it’s intoxicating inspiration.
I still remember looking at my Dad’s collection of LPs (old speak for MP3 embedded on black plastic dinner plates) and thinking I wonder
I can still remember the day five ‘hoods’ ganged up on me as I was walking home. At around 8000 people, Te Awamutu wasn’t a big town but like any place on the face of the planet it had its ‘bad element’. It still astounds me because I had walked those streets at all times of the day and night and really hadn’t felt unsafe or in danger. Sadly on that day, a Saturday afternoon around 2pm, I became a target. No one likes to be bullied and a bully is a coward but what happens when there’s more than one?
I’m ecstatic, gutted and elated from this movie that played me like a banjo, plucking heart strings at will. In the last month I have
Wrath of the Titans is an epic in your face battlefront. The imagery particularly when viewed in its IMAX 3D format is confronting.