Seeing the spirits of the dearly departed didn’t bode well for me living a normal childhood. While it felt entirely natural to me, my toddler conversations with long-dead relatives didn’t do much for my mother’s nerves, and my introversion didn’t win me many friends.
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Twenty years ago the gates of Dunderry Park opened and little did we know that it would change the course of many lives, including my own. I was a teenager when the work on the house first began and I had a vague idea at the time of what everyone involved wanted to achieve.
“Today, we all face an increasing flow of events about which we may feel we can do nothing. This is not true. It is crucial now that we experientially realise we are each responsible for navigating the quality of our personal experience….
In Greek mythology, King Sisyphus, upon acts of deceit and treachery, is condemned for eternity to roll a large boulder up a steep hill. Precisely at the moment he reaches the peak Zeus enchants the boulder to slip from his grasp and it tumbles to its place of departure, and so too Sisyphus.
Buckminster Fuller was many things to many people. Architect, poet, philosopher, spiritual leader, environmentalist, artist, designer, futurist and mystic were all titles given to him. When asked about this, Bucky (as he preferred to be called) had many answers including the famous quote ‘I see
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