Life’s wine


Air exploding,

mirth stirs spasms

unconsciously releasing heart’s stress.

Eyes watering, exchanging spark’s essence.

Bubbling over with Life’s smoothest wine.

Only one look – being convulses in glee!

Perspective shifts in friendship’s sparkling glow.

Quietness settles in, conversation meanders.

Comfort comes, belonging matters!

Feasting on Life.

Humming quietly.


Author – Bill Tidsbury


Here there be dragons!

A labyrinth is both an enigma and a structure that has substance and foundation. In the classics, the Cretan king trapped the minotaur in a mulit-branching or multicursal maze. In a similar way, I find that the labyrinth of my life, with its many convoluted passageways can often trap me in its ambiguity and form. As we shape this labyrinth through our life’s journey,we lay down designs that are often mysterious, with echoes of of something raw. Sometimes, in momentary flashes of insight I see a moment in my past which is so tight and constricted, I am sure I will choke and suffocate in the mere brush of memory. Other times I can feel cast adrift in a grey and formless world that is so wispy and indistinct, it is as if I have no substance and am a mere echo of a distant sound. My labyrinth is a reflection of my journey with it’s depths and momentary exposure to glimpses of splendour through windows that promised hope. It is my record, laid down to support my present intersection with my living “now”.

The complexity of my labyrinth is that like your’s, it is multi-dimensional. There is the easily accessible and simplistic recollection of events and memories that easily flows forth in general conversation. Then there are those layers whose hidden trap doors are only spoken of with the trusted few who have gained trust and can be honoured with the deeper complexities of our journey’s twists and turns. Finally, there is the process of opening up the mystery of those dreaded haunts that often only let us us know of their existence through groans and shifting floors that trouble us in moments of crisis. These deeper locations always carry warnings – as on ancient maps – “ Here there be dragons!”

The danger of labyrinths is that monsters that escape the depths can do tremendous harm. The promise of labyrinths is that once opened, they become deep wells of peace and wisdom.

Anyone who has ever tried to navigate their personal labyrinth knows the yearning desire for a guide. To step into depths, instinctively raises my awareness of the need for safety and protection.I need assistance with courage, I need the grace of intuitive support. Most of all I need a constant sense of upwelling hope. The promise that I do have what it takes to step into freedom and love.

I have found that in the mystery of my journey, I need something spiritual. Not just an idea, a definition, but something with substance that understands the expansive reality of spirit and that world that exists with such vibrancy and wonder. In my journey, I have found that the Spirit of God, is the only guide capable of delivering all of these wonderful realities in life giving passion.If I seek Life, if I seek freedom and light, the search for truth in our innermost being always is answered. There is a being – a father, a mother, a brother, a family that yearns to be known. That longs to embrace and welcome us in. Hope opens the door to trust and trust takes us through into intimacy! This is the journey of Life. This is the purpose of our labyrinth!

Author  – Bill Tidsbury

Awakening Light

My soul awakes in gracious light as silently as the dawn. What strikes the heart with mystery and awe is such a subtle interplay of light. The stirrings deep within my soul can hardly be defined.

What shifts in deep unconscious thought that slowly opens dungeon’s depths to this new dawning grace?

Day begins when what was blank and dark arises in wondrous shades of grey. Faint recognition soon gives way to hints of colour’s wonder. Then well before the glorious light of each new morning sun, we finally recognize and see the glory of colours extravagance as the drapes of grey’s muted framing are transmuted. What once was hinted at becomes pronounced and waits the moment of glorious declaration when brilliant light reaches out its breath and life invades-announcing vitality’s arrival.

So love stirs up within my soul, each moment undefined. As smooth as dawn, the process grows as silently I drift across horizons never seen. How can I, a stranger born, drift by your fragrance sweet and never feel your light? What marks the change in chance encounters, when suddenly I shift, from passing by, to sensing something new. Its subtle fragrance seems to call and so the certainty of dawn appears.

I stir, at first quite unaware, that light is pulling back the shackles of my guarded heart. Light has found a crevice deep and quietly our worlds begin to shift – drawn into each other’s distant embrace. The gravity of our event horizon draws us near. I slowly waken to the grey that once was undefined. As Life accelerates our coming dawn, I turn to find colour in your eyes. What once could never be foreseen, is now awaiting for the dawn of that electric arc – the dawning of the sun.

The shift is real, the wonder bright when light explodes across the chasm of our souls. Your eyes hold mine, your dance leaps forth and two are captivated by the rising song of Love. Intimacy holds promise in darkness deep but never can pronounce the marvel of the wonder of light’s first kiss. Intimacy grows in light. It’s fragrance cowers, if left in darkened corridors of the mind. When eyes are opened wide to the wonder of another, only then does light evoke the multicoloured brush of fingers on another’s face.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Assassin’s curse

Dark shack, gut shot man, eking out his life.

Eating beans. Can’t drink prescribed necessity – way beyond his means.

No one explains his colostomy, he only suffers in pain,

reliving his “moment” in misery’s darkness – when suddenly all was changed.

Seven long months in misery’s horror, weeks of agony enshrined with loss.

Bitterness wrenches the depths of a soul. How do you live when you  can not move, why keep trying, consuming useless food?

Children watch silently. Life ebbs away. Life in poverty is bleak!

Yet, Hope arrives, speaking promise of grace reflected in a stranger’s eyes.

Moments of peace break open a space as Life’s symphony sounds forth.

Joy’s victory dances in front of their eyes, shifting a world with a touch.

Forgiveness is spoken, words sounding forth from a throat constricted by seven months rage.

The battle is fierce, the victory valiant – to live so free from chains.

Suddenly, dramatically, the trauma is done.

With joy, a lightness begins. The dawning awareness of freedom to be, death no longer enthroned.

No longer oppressed, the travesty flees and physicality gives space to mercy’s song.

Life’s glow fills a face, a child’s face marvels as loss is displaced by true grace.

We each walk a journey, bound up in our pain.

So easy to live life in loss and regret – “I hate how I’m done to” – and dance with this partner till bitterness ripens my pain.

Yet light comes inviting, Grace opens a window to live life in freedom and grace.

To open my hands up, unwinding my sentence of death, forgiving so I can be free.

My being floods with mercy, my body leaps with blessing and healing’s inheritance marries my destiny.

So good to share freedom,

a wonder to share love,

so powerful to see moments of grace.

To know Spirit’s marvel, to dance in the darkness, to open up dawn’s gracious embrace.

Joy comes in the  morning,

laughter’s blessing is found,

when together we journey believing in Life.

Author – Bill Tidsbury