I came down sick with Covid in March 2020, that’s almost 44 months ago. On off days, I continue to experience extreme bouts of fatigue, breathlessness, palpitations, back pain, and headaches. On good days, I can function as a 1/4 of my normal self, pre disease. As haunted as the…

I face rejection a lot — hell, I’m an aspiring writer. Rejections by agents, producers, publishers, anybody who claims not to have time to read your work, and so on. If we are scared of rejection, we can never be successful. …

Guardian angel, heaven’s grace for me And each soul through Christ’s mercy; In our age evils wear a mask: Thus guide us well, that is the most that we ask. See how an angel leads our way and Marks the path, not wont to let us stray; Come up to…

O Lord, do not be deaf to my prayer

My soul exalts the Lord, my God, divine, My spirit sings in joy for He has seen My humble state; to me His grace aligns; From this day forth shall all say I’ve been keen For He who’s mighty, holy, reigns in skies, Has done great things and casts His…

Poetry by Charlie Bury Sorrows beyond sorrows, in depths untold, Belonging to Universal Sorrow, a story unfolds: Soul beyond souls, a gaze in the Mirror’s eye; A silent, accomplished sigh, temptation’s absence. Pity we, blinded by worldly haze of hollow desire, Devoid of dignity. With broken spines we graze: The faces of misfortunes that surround the sorrowful. Console we must…

Joseph Campbell (1904–1987), the intellectual Hercules of mythology studies, enthralled audiences with his captivating lectures. His exploration of religion, mythology, and the human experience knew no bounds, but it’s his seminal work, The Hero with a Thousand Faces (1949), that we’ll focus on here. Why? Because it offers an indispensable…

Let’s take a trip down corporate lane, to an average Wednesday morning. It’s 9 am, and our hero, Harry Oxford — an intriguing young chap in a baggy suit — finds himself trapped in the arena of company warfare, aka the boardroom. The meeting room is abuzz with 16 colleagues…

NT. KITCHEN – DUNNINGTON, ENGLAND – DAY Bob and Alice, locked in the ritualistic dance of morning, are stationed at the breakfast table. Bob sifts through The Daily Mail, while Alice cradles a cold DIET COKE. BOB: Alice, love, did you ever hear about the great Aspartame Assassination? ALICE: The…