Monday, 7 October 2019

Sorry, folks, I haven't been able to update my web site for some time.  Since I updated my computer actually, and the software for updating my site ceased to work.
I've been told I may have to update my software now.
And that's all well and good but it all takes time.
And time is the most precious commodity, if that's the right word, to us human beings who have a limited life span.
Life we measure in time.  How many years we've been alive, how many more we might be alive.
Usually that's an unknown.

A woman trying to sell me some double glazing on the telephone when I declined to commit my wife and I to a one hour consultation with their salesman said to me " Ah, Yes, I understand, time is money."

I replied, "Time is not money, Time is life !"

She didn't get it.

And I didn't get the double glazing.

I know, she's just doing her job.  Trying to make a living like most of the rest of us.  I just sometimes get annoyed that we don't always value our time as much as we value our money. And that others don't value our time at all.


Saturday, 15 June 2019

To make a difference

Painting is something that I do to make a living.  It has been since 1970.  But since around the year 1986 I've also been involved in Counselling and Psychotherapy.  First as a client, and later as a qualified therapist.

I love this work.  It's my way of trying to make a difference in this world.  A difference to the lives of individuals who might then go on to make a difference to others in a positive way.
Life is a flowing ever changing process.  We change from moment to moment.  Not just physically but psychologically.  This is natural.  But we seem to have such a strong desire to resist these changes that we run the risk of stagnating, and living in a constant state of self denial. We keep our defences, and our dams, in place, under the misapprehension that this keeps us safe and free from emotional pain.

When asked if we're ok we respond that we are fine, even when we're not fine.

It's important to make the time now and then to reflect on how we really are.  To allow our feelings to catch up with us so that we can work through them, and feel them in their intensity.  This is what enables the river of life to keep flowing.

This painting has nothing at all to do with any of this !  I put it here for you to enjoy.
If it has any message at all, for me it says:

"These are the elements that we are all made from; who would have thought that such incredibly complicated and wonderful things as human beings could be manufactured from them.  And all life on this fantastic planet.  It's nothing short of a miracle."


      Cry of The Gulls.........a painting by John Bampfield........

Wednesday, 6 March 2019

It's good to think.

Long time since I wrote anything on here, and I ask myself, "Self, why is this? "
And my self replies....."Well, did you have anything that you wanted to write?"

And maybe I didn't.

Just thoughts really.  And the good thing about thoughts is that they are thoughts, and as such, totally private.  You can think what you like.

It might be a novel idea that we don't have to voice or write our thoughts for all to see, share our silliest or most serious moments or ideas, our inner dialogues with total strangers, or anyone for that matter.

Even that thought.

Or this thought.

In this age of Big Brother when our data is being constantly collected  by governments, police and Google, or so it seems, when we can't walk a street or drive a car without being on camera, search on line for a product without being targeted by manufacturers of similar products every time we log on to whatever we log on to, what a luxury to have the privacy of our own minds.

No passwords to remember, no Broadband bills to pay, no press one for this or two for that.....bliss.

So for now, I'm happy just to think for a while, and keep my thoughts to myself, maybe until I have thought of something that I feel is worth sharing.

Something like...life is short, make the most of it.

or.........Why are we spending millions, if not billions, drilling holes on Mars when our hospitals are struggling on Earth.


Just thoughts to remind me that I am.