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<channel><title><![CDATA[THE HEART OF UNCOMMON THOUGHT - Thoughts]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts]]></link><description><![CDATA[Thoughts]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2026 10:39:13 +0000</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[The Four Rivers]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-rivers]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-rivers#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2026 08:54:07 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-rivers</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  In other ancient cultures they say stay connected to the four rivers of live or the same experiences keep returning, they are not asking us to endure them again, but to notice what they came to teach us.The river returns until we listen.The River of InspirationWhat inspires you?Who expands you?Who lifts you?What makes you feel more alive?And who or what leaves you disenchanted?Notice what opens you and what diminishes you.Inspiration is a compass. It points towards w [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">In other ancient cultures they say stay connected to the four rivers of live or the same experiences keep returning, they are not asking us to endure them again, but to <strong>notice what they came to teach us</strong>.<br />The river returns until we listen.<br /><br />The River of Inspiration<br /><strong><br />What inspires you?</strong><br />Who expands you?<br />Who lifts you?<br />What makes you feel more alive?<br />And who or what leaves you disenchanted?<br />Notice what opens you and what diminishes you.<br />Inspiration is a compass. <br />It points towards what wants to grow within you.<br /><br />The River of Challenge<br /><br /><strong>Who or what is testing you?</strong><br />What keeps confronting you?<br />What are you being asked to learn, change or leave behind?<br />Growth often begins at the edge of the familiar.<br />Will you take the first step into the unknown, where creativity and possibility live?<br />Or will you continue walking with the <strong>living dead</strong>, repeating the routines, fears and stories of a world that asks you to fit into its race?<br />The unknown may frighten you.<br />It is also where creation begins.<br /><br />The River of Surprise<br /><br /><strong>The unexpected.</strong><br />The strange turn.<br />The coincidence.<br />The moment that makes you stop and wonder.<br />This is the river of the <strong>trickster</strong>, disrupting certainty and inviting play.<br />Watch a child meet the unexpected. A fright becomes laughter.<br />There is wisdom in that.<br />The River of Surprise asks us to loosen our cynicism and recover <strong>awe</strong>.<br />To return to the healthy, curious child within us, not the wounded one.<br />The part that still knows how to wonder.<br /><br />The River of Love<br /><br /><strong>Are you still open to being moved by life?</strong><br />Here we return to the four hearts.<br />Is your heart <strong>full</strong>, or are you living half-heartedly?<br />Is it <strong>open</strong>, or have you built walls?<br />Is it <strong>clear</strong>, or clouded by fear and confusion?<br />Is it <strong>strong</strong> enough to remain true to who you are?<br />And are you still allowing love to flow through you and into the lives of others?<br /><br />Perhaps the four rivers are always moving through us.<br /><strong>Inspiration asks us to expand.<br />Challenge asks us to grow.<br />Surprise asks us to wonder.<br />Love asks us to open.</strong><br /><br />When we begin to recognise the river we are standing in, we begin to recognise the patterns.<br />The repeating relationships.<br />The repeating challenges.<br />The repeating choices.<br /><br />Maybe life is not punishing us by bringing the same experience back.<br />Maybe it is asking:<br /><strong>Have you learned what this river came to teach you?</strong><br />When we see the pattern, receive the lesson and meet it differently, the cycle can change.<br /><br />Not because life has changed.<br /><strong><br />Because we have.</strong><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/4-rivers-of-life_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Four Bones]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-bones]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-bones#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2026 08:17:03 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-bones</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Ancient cultures understood that the body carries wisdom far beyond its physical form. They say if you stay connected to the four bones in your body you will be well...&nbsp;The backbone gives us structure.It is what allows us to stand tall, to hold our ground, to carry our strength and meet the world with integrity.The funny bone reminds us not to take life so seriously.To keep humour. To keep lightness. To laugh, to play, to move freely and remember that joy is par [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">Ancient cultures understood that the body carries wisdom far beyond its physical form. They say if you stay connected to the four bones in your body you will be well...&nbsp;<br /><br />The backbone gives us structure.<br />It is what allows us to stand tall, to hold our ground, to carry our strength and meet the world with integrity.<br /><br />The funny bone reminds us not to take life so seriously.<br />To keep humour. To keep lightness. To laugh, to play, to move freely and remember that joy is part of being human.<br /><br />The wishbone speaks to the deepest part of us that dreams.<br />To stay true to what we desire. To honour our wishes, our imagination and the quiet voice that tells us there is something more we are meant to become.<br /><br />And then there is the hollow bone.<br /><br />Perhaps this is the most important of all. To become hollow enough to allow Spirit to move through us rather than us trying to control Spirit - Not to fill every space with our own certainty, ego or control, but to create room for something greater.<br />To let inspiration flow through our hands.<br />To let compassion move through our hearts.<br />To let wisdom move through our actions.<br /><br />Perhaps strength isn't about becoming harder.<br />Perhaps it is about having a strong backbone, a light-hearted spirit, a heart that still knows how to wish, and a hollow bone through which life can flow.<br /><br />Stand strong.<br />Stay light.<br />Keep dreaming.<br />And remain open enough to let the spirit move through you.</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/4-bones.jpg?1791448011" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Four Hearts]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-hearts]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-hearts#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2026 08:18:47 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-four-hearts</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  As the season draws us inward towards the qualities of love, truth and beauty - it invites us to seek balance within ourselves and our relationships.&nbsp;In ancient times, the medicine person would help guide those that were agitated by way of the four hearts to find equilibrium and peace again.The Four HeartsPerhaps, just as the heart has four chambers, there are four ways we are called to live from the heart.The full heart.How often do we move through life half-he [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">As the season draws us inward towards the qualities of love, truth and beauty - it invites us to seek balance within ourselves and our relationships.&nbsp;<br /><br />In ancient times, the medicine person would help guide those that were agitated by way of the four hearts to find equilibrium and peace again.<br /><br /><strong>The Four Hearts</strong><br /><br />Perhaps, just as the heart has four chambers, there are four ways we are called to live from the heart.<br /><strong><br />The full heart.</strong><br />How often do we move through life half-heartedly?<br />Half committed. Half present. Half willing to take the leap.<br /><br />A full heart asks us to enter life completely.<br />To give ourselves to what matters.<br />To stop standing at the edge and wondering what might happen if we stepped in.<br /><br />Then there is <strong>the open heart.</strong><br />To remain open to life.<br />To experience without constantly protecting ourselves from what might hurt us.<br /><br />We close our hearts when we become afraid of experience. We build walls where there once were doors.<br /><br />An open heart doesn't mean allowing everything in.<br />It means not allowing fear to close us down.<br /><br />Then there is <strong>the clear heart.</strong><br />To walk the land with an open mind.<br />To quiet the noise, the confusion, the expectations and the stories we have been told about who we should be.<br /><br />A clear heart allows us to see what is actually in front of us.<br /><br />To walk with clarity.<br />To know our own direction even though you may not know where you will end up.<br />To take the next step without needing to know every step that comes after it.<br /><br />And finally,<strong> the strong heart.</strong><br />The courage to remain true to yourself.<br /><br />To stand up for who you are, even when the world asks you to become something else.<br />To stop hiding your gifts.<br />To stop shrinking yourself to make others comfortable.<br /><br />A strong heart knows that one person can make a difference.<br /><br />Perhaps this is what it means to live wholeheartedly:<br /><br />A full heart that commits.<br />An open heart that experiences.<br />A clear heart that sees.<br />And a strong heart that has the courage to be itself.<br /><br />Four chambers.<br /><br />Four ways of being.<br /><br />And maybe the journey through life is learning how to keep all four alive.&nbsp;<br /><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/medicine-heart.jpg?1791362132" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Human History]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/human-history]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/human-history#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 11:12:10 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/human-history</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  In a world thattells mento swallow what they feel,andtells womento shrink to stay safe.What have we become?Somewhere between the screenand the face,we lost the soul threadof what it means to be human.What have we become?We built a world through social mediawhere strength is sold as dominance.Softness is scrolled past as weakness,andPower becomes the wordsfor controlling&nbsp;the narrative of history.What have we become?Men go looking for meaningandfind men selling th [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">In a world that<br />tells men<br />to swallow what they feel,<br />and<br />tells women<br />to shrink to stay safe.<br /><br />What have we become?<br /><br />Somewhere between the screen<br />and the face,<br />we lost the soul thread<br />of what it means to be human.<br /><br /></font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">What have we become?<br /></span><font color="#000000"><br />We built a world through social media<br />where strength is sold as dominance.<br />Softness is scrolled past as weakness,<br />and<br />Power becomes the words<br />for controlling&nbsp;the narrative of history.<br /><br /></font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">What have we become?</span><font color="#000000"><br /><br />Men go looking for meaning</font><br /><font color="#000000">and<br />find men selling them repressed anger.</font><br /><font color="#000000">While women still walk home<br />with keys between their fingers,<br />texting<br />'home safe' so someone knows they made it.<br /><br /></font><span style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">What have we become?</span><br /><br /><font color="#000000">And somewhere in all the noise<br />we forget...</font><br /><font color="#000000">that neither has to lose</font><br /><font color="#000000">for the other to be whole.<br /></font><br /><font color="#000000">Perhaps the question was never<br />who holds the power,<br />but<br />why do we keep building a world<br />where someone has to break<br />so the other can stand?</font><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/human-history.jpg?1791299910" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Moments We Cannot Pause]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-moments-we-cannot-pause]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-moments-we-cannot-pause#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 11:21:18 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-moments-we-cannot-pause</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  There are the momentsin lifewhen you wishyou could press pause,just for a while,to stand between what isand what might be.To consider the consequences,to question the direction,to wonder where this choice might lead,and whose lives might changebecause of the path you take.Years later, I find myself&nbsp;looking back,not with regret,but with a quiet ache of wonder.A longing for the lifethat might have been,for the dreams left unspoken,for all the beautythat another pa [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">There are the moments<br />in life<br />when you wish<br />you could press pause,<br />just for a while,<br />to stand between what is<br />and what might be.<br /><br />To consider the consequences,<br />to question the direction,<br />to wonder where this choice might lead,<br />and whose lives might change<br />because of the path you take.<br /><br />Years later, I find myself&nbsp;<br />looking back,<br />not with regret,<br />but with a quiet ache of wonder.<br />A longing for the life<br />that might have been,<br />for the dreams left unspoken,<br />for all the beauty<br />that another path may have held.<br /><br />What would I have brought into being<br />had I turned another way?<br /><br />What moments would have shaped me?<br /><br />There is a familiar unknown&nbsp;<br />in the things we will never know,<br />in the unwritten chapters,<br />the roads that disappeared<br />the moment we chose another.<br /><br />Perhaps that is the wisdom of living.<br /><br />Never knowing where every road leads,<br />but embracing&nbsp;the one beneath our feet.<br /><br />And as time moves on<br />it&nbsp;gives&nbsp;us the quiet understanding<br />that every choice carries a life<br />we may never fully comprehend.<br /><br />And for those what will come after me<br />I&nbsp;hope to leave behind,<br />some of the wisdom<br />my years have gathered.<br /><br />For we cannot return<br />to the moments we wished we paused,<br />but by carrying&nbsp; this wisdom,<br />someone else might find the courage<br />to walk a little wiser<br />than we did before.</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/moment.png?1790943368" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Good Man]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/a-good-man]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/a-good-man#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 13:49:52 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/a-good-man</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Being a nice guy is the easy way.He agrees quickly,bends easilyandkeeps everyone comfortable.Being a good man is the honest way.Even when it is inconvenient.He's kind without being a walk overand steady when saying where he stands.The same goes for a good woman.Nice is pleasant.Good is what actually holds a life together.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">Being a nice guy is the easy way.<br />He agrees quickly,<br />bends easily<br />and<br />keeps everyone comfortable.<br />Being a good man is the honest way.<br />Even when it is inconvenient.<br />He's kind without being a walk over<br />and <br />steady when saying where he stands.<br />The same goes for a good woman.<br />Nice is pleasant.<br />Good is what actually holds a life together.</font><br /><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/a-good-man.jpg?1790857202" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Obscure away]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/obscure-away]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/obscure-away#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 13:49:10 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/obscure-away</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Some people will look look&nbsp;at your pathas obscure,or unwise,or just odd.Let them!Judgement can say moremore about the person holding itthanabout&nbsp;the person receiving it.Often it's their&nbsp;restlessnessrestlessness with their own life,that's&nbsp;looking for somewhere to land.Don't argue with them about it.Just stay stay&nbsp;on your own path,Be content there.&nbsp;And challenges will come.But contentment contentment does not need them to stay away.&nbsp;  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">Some people will <br />look <br />look&nbsp;at your path<br />as obscure,<br />or unwise,<br />or just odd.<br /><br />Let them!<br /><br />Judgement can say more<br />more about the person holding it<br />than<br />about&nbsp;the person receiving it.<br /><br />Often it's their&nbsp;restlessness<br />restlessness with their own life,<br />that's&nbsp;looking for somewhere to land.<br /><br />Don't argue with them about it.<br />Just stay <br />stay&nbsp;on your own path,<br /><br />Be content there.&nbsp;<br />And challenges will come.<br />But contentment <br />contentment does not need them to stay away.&nbsp;</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/obscure.jpg?1790856896" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cold]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/cold]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/cold#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 13:48:37 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/cold</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Am I coldto choose myself?Turning inward,to choose my life.Looking outward,to choose my way.Independently,I am me.No more asking.No more waiting.I choose this life.I choose this way.And those who walk beside mewalk by choice,not by need,but becausethey choose to stay.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000"></font><font color="#000000">Am I cold<br /></font><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent;">to choose myself?</span><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">Turning inward,<br />to choose my life.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">Looking outward,<br />to choose my way.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">Independently,<br />I am me.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">No more asking.<br />No more waiting.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">I choose this life.<br />I choose this way.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">And those who walk beside me<br />walk by choice,<br />not by need,<br />but because<br />they choose to stay.</font><br /><span></span></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/cold.jpg?1790763832" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Life on Hold]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/life-on-hold]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/life-on-hold#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 09:49:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/life-on-hold</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  I would choose you right now.That&rsquo;s the truth, and perhaps some part of me always will,in one form or another.Butyou&rsquo;re not choosing me,and that isn&rsquo;t something I can argue with,wait out,or somehow fixby becoming more of the person you want me to be.I have changed,and I want to do the work I need to do.What I can&rsquo;t change is how you feel about the person I once was,andI&rsquo;m beginning to understand that I have to let that be your journey,no [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">I would choose you right now.<br />That&rsquo;s the truth, and perhaps some part of me always will,<br />in one form or another.<br />But<br />you&rsquo;re not choosing me,<br />and that isn&rsquo;t something I can argue with,<br />wait out,<br />or somehow fix<br />by becoming more of the person you want me to be.<br />I have changed,<br />and <br />I want to do the work I need to do.<br />What I can&rsquo;t change is how you feel about the person I once was,<br />and<br />I&rsquo;m beginning to understand that I have to let that be your journey,<br />not something I continue to carry for you.<br />I&rsquo;m not going to put my life on hold<br />for a door that isn&rsquo;t open.<br />Not to hurt you,<br />and not to prove anything.<br />Simply because I only get one life,<br />and<br />I want to live it fully.<br />That doesn&rsquo;t mean I stop caring.<br />It doesn&rsquo;t mean I stop wondering what might have been,<br />It just means I stop standing in front of the door,<br />waiting for it to open.</div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/life-on-hold.jpg?1789552454" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rich Reward]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/rich-reward]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/rich-reward#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 09:31:01 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/rich-reward</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  It&rsquo;s a funny thingwhen we always tie hard work too tightly to monetary reward.There is then always a feeling that we should be paid a little more -that somehow it&rsquo;s never quite enough.But when work becomes something more than a transaction.When it becomes a way of dancing with life, of meeting interesting people, of discovering new experiences and of giving the creative part of ourselves somewhere to breathe -&nbsp;The meaning of wealth begins to change.O [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">It&rsquo;s a funny thing<br />when we always tie hard work <br />too tightly to monetary reward.<br />There is then always a feeling <br />that we should be paid a little more -<br />that somehow it&rsquo;s never quite enough.<br />But <br />when work becomes <br />something more <br />than a transaction.<br />When it becomes <br />a way <br />of dancing with life, <br />of meeting interesting people, <br />of discovering new experiences <br />and <br />of giving the creative part of ourselves somewhere to breathe -&nbsp;<br />The meaning of wealth <br />begins to change.<br />One may realise that richness <br />isn&rsquo;t always <br />found in your bank account. <br />It can be found in <br />the conversations, <br />the connections, <br />the ideas, <br />the moments&nbsp;<br />and <br />in the quiet satisfaction <br />of knowing you&rsquo;re creating something <br />that feels truly yours.<br />And to me<br />that is being rich <br />in the fullest sense of the word.<br />Rich in experiences. <br />Rich in connections. <br />Rich in possibilities.<br />&#8203;Every kind of rich.<br /><span></span></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/rich-love.jpg?1789551943" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[ARRIVE READY]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/arrive-ready]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/arrive-ready#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 09:25:52 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/arrive-ready</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  They arrivewhen something in you is readyto grow beyond them.When you&rsquo;re ready to face them,learn from themandtranscend the version of yourselfthat existed before them.Maybe the challenge isn&rsquo;t there to break you,but to reveal what you&rsquo;re capable of becoming...   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">They arrive<br />when something in you is ready<br />to grow beyond them.<br />When you&rsquo;re ready to face them,<br />learn from them<br />and<br />transcend the version of yourself<br />that existed before them.<br />Maybe the challenge isn&rsquo;t there to break you,<br />but to reveal what you&rsquo;re capable of becoming...</div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/arrive-ready.jpg?1789550912" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Naturally YOU]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/naturally-you]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/naturally-you#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 09:20:13 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/naturally-you</guid><description><![CDATA[ How you notice the little things,the things most people overlook,andsomehow know what&rsquo;s needed before it&rsquo;s said.There&rsquo;s something so beautiful about that generosity in you,that instinct to care without making a big thing of it.I think that&rsquo;s what draws me to you most.It&rsquo;s not just what you give,it&rsquo;s the way you give it,so naturally,as though making someone feel seenand cared for is simply part&#8203;of who you are.    [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:right;height:0px'></span><span style='display: table;width:auto;position:relative;float:right;max-width:100%;;clear:right;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/naturally-you_orig.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="display:block;"><font color="#000000">How you notice the little things,<br />the things most people overlook,<br />and<br />somehow know what&rsquo;s needed before it&rsquo;s said.<br />There&rsquo;s something so beautiful about that generosity in you,<br />that instinct to care without making a big thing of it.<br />I think that&rsquo;s what draws me to you most.<br />It&rsquo;s not just what you give,<br />it&rsquo;s the way you give it,<br />so naturally,<br />as though making someone feel seen<br />and cared for is simply part<br />&#8203;of who you are.</font><br /><br /><br /></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>  <div class="wsite-spacer" style="height:50px;"></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[I waited]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/i-waited]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/i-waited#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2026 07:51:55 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/i-waited</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  I tried, I tried, I tried.And still,she said - I didn't.I wanted, I wanted, I wanted.And still,she didn't, she didn't.I chose someone else.I chose.I chose someone else.But she said, you didn't wait.I waited.I waited.I wantedI wantedI even asked,I asked,I asked.ButNo response,No response,No response.And silenceSilence,Silence...Is an answer...Is an answer...An answer.So I chose another,another,another.And she says,&nbsp;you didn't wait.For what?For what had I to wait  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I tried, I tried, I tried.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">And still,<br />she said - <em>I didn't.</em></span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I wanted, I wanted, I wanted.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">And still,<br />she didn't, she didn't.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I chose someone else.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I chose.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I chose someone else.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">But she said, <em>you didn't wait.</em></span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I waited.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I waited.<br />I wanted<br />I wanted</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I even asked,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I asked,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I asked.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">But<br />No response,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">No response,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">No response.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">And silence<br />Silence,<br />Silence...<br />Is an answer...</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Is an answer...</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">An answer.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">So I chose another,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">another,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">another.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">And she says,&nbsp;<em>you didn't wait.</em></span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">For what?</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">For what had I to wait for?</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">If I had known the wait had no end,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">I would have still waited.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Again,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Again,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Again.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">Just to hold you,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">once more,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">In my arms,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">my arms,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">my arms.&nbsp;</span></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/waited-unsplash.jpg?1788855390" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unravelling]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/unravelling]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/unravelling#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2026 07:43:55 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/unravelling</guid><description><![CDATA[ There is an unravellinghappening inside me.Not a breaking,but the gentlelooseningofa bond.A bondI held so tightlyfor so long.A bondI couldn't tellwhere it endedandwhere I began.I thought I needed anothertomake me feel whole.Andwhen I found someoneto love,I would movetowards their shape.I would learntheir rhythms,enter their world,andfind new thingsto enjoy there.Maybe I did itbecause itmade me feellike I belonged.I was afraidthat if I stayed myself,I might not be enough.But I now&nbsp;ask mysel [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:right;height:0px'></span><span style='display: table;width:auto;position:relative;float:right;max-width:100%;;clear:right;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/unravelling_orig.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px; max-width:100%" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder wsite-image" /></a><span style="display: table-caption; caption-side: bottom; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;" class="wsite-caption"></span></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;"><font color="#000000">There is an unravelling<br />happening inside me.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Not a breaking,<br />but the gentle<br />loosening<br />of<br />a bond.</font><br /><font color="#000000">A bond<br />I held so tightly<br />for so long.</font><br /><font color="#000000">A bond<br />I couldn't tell<br />where it ended<br />and<br />where I began.</font><br /><font color="#000000">I thought I needed another<br />to<br />make me feel whole.</font><br /><font color="#000000">And<br />when I found someone<br />to love,<br />I would move<br />towards their shape.</font><br /><font color="#000000">I would learn<br />their rhythms,<br />enter their world,<br />and<br />find new things<br />to enjoy there.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Maybe I did it<br />because it<br />made me feel<br />like I belonged.</font><br /><font color="#000000">I was afraid<br />that if I stayed myself,<br />I might not be enough.</font><br /><font color="#000000">But I now&nbsp;ask myself:</font><br /><font color="#000000">Which parts are mine<br />when nobody is watching?</font><br /><font color="#000000">What do I love<br />when I am not trying<br />to be loved?</font><br /><font color="#000000">Maybe there isn't<br />one hidden version of me<br />waiting to be discovered.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Maybe I am<br />all of these things.</font><br /><font color="#000000">The swimmer.<br />The dancer.<br />The writer.</font><br /><font color="#000000">The man who loves music<br />and<br />the man who loves conversation.</font><br /><font color="#000000">The man who can disappear<br />into a rave<br />and<br />the man who can sit quietly<br />in nature<br />and think about life.</font><br /><font color="#000000">The mistake was never<br />that I changed.</font><br /><font color="#000000">The mistake was believing<br />that I had to change<br />to remain connected.</font><br /><font color="#000000">I don't want to stop<br />discovering<br />new parts of myself<br />through<br />another person.</font><br /><font color="#000000">I just don't want<br />to lose myself<br />inside<br />the connection<br />with another person.</font><br /><font color="#000000">I want to say:</font><br /><font color="#000000">This is what I love.<br />This is what makes me feel alive.<br />This is who I am<br />when I am alone.</font><br /><font color="#000000">And if someone<br />comes beside me,</font><br /><font color="#000000">I don't need<br />to become them.</font><br /><font color="#000000">They can remain themselves.<br />I can remain myself.</font><br /><font color="#000000">And somewhere<br />between us<br />we can discover<br />the things<br />we also love together.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Not because I need them<br />to make me happy,</font><br /><font color="#000000">but because I am learning<br />to carry<br />my own happiness<br />with me.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Maybe that's<br />the unravelling.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Not letting go of love.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Letting go of<br />the dependency<br />on another<br />to feel whole.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Letting go of<br />the need to disappear<br />inside someone else,</font><br /><font color="#000000">when perhaps<br />the beauty of connection<br />is that we both appear.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Both remain.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Both become<br />more fully ourselves.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Not one becoming<br />the other,</font><br /><font color="#000000">but two people<br />standing beside each other,</font><br /><font color="#000000">still themselves,</font><br /><font color="#000000">and choosing<br />to be together.</font></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Become regardless]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/become-regardless]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/become-regardless#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2026 08:37:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/become-regardless</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  What will I become...What will I become, if I leave?Will I be different?Will I be different - Yes... that much is certain.But that's exactly it.That's what makes me human.That's what makes me grow.Change is inevitable.Change is inevitable...With you or without you,we growwe grow&nbsp;regardless.We live regardless...That is the true path,That is true...One we don't always see,A miracle we don't always name,don't always name.That is its beauty.That is its beauty.So I l [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><span style="color:rgb(34, 34, 34)">What will I become...</span><br />What will I become, if I leave?<br />Will I be different?<br />Will I be different - Yes... that much is certain.<br />But that's exactly it.<br />That's what makes me human.<br />That's what makes me grow.<br />Change is inevitable.<br />Change is inevitable...<br />With you or without you,<br />we grow<br />we grow&nbsp;regardless.<br />We live regardless...<br />That is the true path,<br />That is true...<br />One we don't always see,<br />A miracle we don't always name,<br />don't always name.<br />That is its beauty.<br />That is its beauty.<br />So I let go of knowing.<br />I let go of life.<br />I let life take over,<br />life take over...&nbsp;<br />let it align me<br />without my hand on the wheel.<br />Let's see what happens.</div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/wheel-of-life.jpg?1786092160" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Invisible Hold]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/invisible-hold]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/invisible-hold#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 10:21:23 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/invisible-hold</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  It's the way...It's the way I miss you.The way I see you.The way I know... you.It pulls me from where I was.It pulls me towards what I want.It pulls me to... you.Why does it hurt?Why do we hurt?Why... why do we?It's never been so good.It's never been so bad.Can we let go...And just be... good.Time and time againWe reach.We fall.Yet somehow...The thread remains.They say it's always there.Invisible.Unbroken.This thread...Stays with you.Aspiration... or inspiration?Mayb [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">It's the way...<br />It's the way I miss you.<br />The way I see you.<br />The way I know... you.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />It pulls me from where I was.<br />It pulls me towards what I want.<br />It pulls me to... you.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Why does it hurt?<br />Why do we hurt?<br />Why... why do we?</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />It's never been so good.<br />It's never been so bad.<br /><br />Can we let go...<br />And just be... good.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Time and time again<br />We reach.<br />We fall.<br /><br />Yet somehow...</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">The thread remains.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">They say it's always there.<br />Invisible.<br />Unbroken.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">This thread...<br />Stays with you.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Aspiration... or inspiration?<br />Maybe they're the same.<br />Maybe they're both... you.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />Beyond this body.<br />Beyond this moment.<br />Beyond what we can hold.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><br />&#8203;It's still me...<br />It's still you.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It's what we do.&nbsp;</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/invisible-love.jpg?1785486861" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[This Dance]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/this-dance]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/this-dance#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2026 19:28:41 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/this-dance</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  &#8203;Stand at the edge of the Atlantic long enoughand the sea begins to teach you.The tide does not compete with the shore.Day does not try to become night.Each is different and because of the difference,the world remains beautifully alive.Have we forgotten this?In our pursuit of equality, have we sometimes overlooked the value of difference?Nature dances in polarity.The sun and the moon.The mountain and the valley.Yin and yang.Within the yin lives a seed of yang.W [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">&#8203;Stand at the edge of the Atlantic long enough<br />and the sea begins to teach you.<br />The tide does not compete with the shore.<br />Day does not try to become night.<br />Each is different and because of the difference,<br />the world remains beautifully alive.<br /><br />Have we forgotten this?<br /><br />In our pursuit of equality, have we sometimes overlooked the value of difference?<br /><br />Nature dances in polarity.<br />The sun and the moon.<br />The mountain and the valley.<br />Yin and yang.<br />Within the yin lives a seed of yang.<br />Within the yang lives a seed of yin.<br /><br />Humanity is no different.<br /><br />Not every man expresses masculinity in the same way.<br />Not every woman expresses femininity in the same way.<br /><br />Some women are fierce leaders.<br />Some men are gentle healers.<br /><br />Most of us carry both...<br />Strength and Tenderness.<br />Courage and Compassion.<br />Logic and Intuition.<br /><br />Carl Jung called these companions the anima and the animus.<br />The feminine within the masculine,&nbsp;<br />The masculine within the feminine.<br /><br />Wholeness is never about choosing one.<br />It is about embracing both.<br /><br />Equality does not require us to become the same.<br />It asks that we recognise the equal, but different, worth within us all.<br />Beneath the skin.<br />Beneath our stories.<br />Beneath our fears.<br /><br />The old Irish culture, like many ancient cultures, seemed to understand this.<br />Warriors were poets.<br />Queens commanded armies.<br />Druids were keepers of wisdom, law and healing.<br /><br />They walked gently upon Mother Earth,<br />looked with wonder towards Father Sky,<br />and lived, as we all do,<br />betwixt and between.<br /><br />Between strength and tenderness.<br />Between logic and intuition.<br />Between the masculine and the feminine.<br /><br />No one was confined to a single way of being.<br />Each person was called to express the fullness of who they were.<br /><br />Is that what we are searching for again?<br /><br />Not a world where women become less feminine or men less masculine.<br />Nor a world where everyone fits neatly into old ideas of what a man or woman should be.<br /><br />But a world where everybody is free to express their own balance of<br />strength and tenderness,<br />courage and vulnerability,<br />wisdom and wonder.<br /><br />To become fully themselves.<br /><br />With dignity.<br />With freedom.<br />With respect.<br /><br />And we must also be honest about what happens when respect, freedom and dignity is absent...<br />When genuine strength loses its soul.<br /><br />When the masculine distorts -<br />Protection with control,<br />privilege with possession,<br />power with love.<br /><br />We all know too well -<br />Women paid that price.<br />Children paid that price.<br />Humanity paid that price.<br /><br />Rape is not desire gone too far.<br />It is the abandonment of respect and humanity.<br />Abuse is not passion.<br />It is fear disguised as strength<br /><br />Those wounds are real.<br /><br />They still echo through families, communities and generations.<br /><br />The conversation about masculinity and femininity must begin there.<br /><br />Only then can we rediscover what mature masculinity and femininity can be...<br /><br />The masculine that protects without controlling.<br />The feminine that nurtures without disappearing.<br />Neither above nor below.<br /><br />Strength without domination.<br />Compassion without surrender.<br /><br />Courage with humility.<br />Freedom with responsibility.<br /><br />When the masculine and the feminine honour one another,<br />something ancient awakens.<br /><br />Not superiority.<br />Not submission.<br />But harmony.<br /><br />Not a battle.<br /><br />A dance.<br /><br />One that has echoed through the Irish landscape,<br />across Atlantic waves,<br />and beneath the skies,<br />long before our names were spoken.<br /><br />Maybe now our challenge is not to decide whether the masculine or the feminine should lead.<br />Maybe our task has always been to remember that neither can dance alone.<br /><br />And if we can learn that again, we may discover that equality and difference are not rivals.<br />They were always partners.<br /><br />The real question is not whether men and women are becoming more alike or more different.<br /><br />Perhaps the deeper question is this:<br /><strong style="">Can we create a society where everyone enjoys equal value, equal opportunity and equal respect, while allowing every person the freedom to express their individuality, in whatever blend of masculine and feminine qualities, that feels most authentic to them?</strong><br /><br />If we can...<br /><br />Maybe we will discover that the dance was never about becoming the same.<br /><br />It was always about embracing the whole.<br />&#10084;&#65039;<br /></font><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/this-dance.jpg?1782992329" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Somewhere Further Down The Path]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/somewhere-further-down-the-path]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/somewhere-further-down-the-path#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/somewhere-further-down-the-path</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  So I step back from the door.Not away from you...just away from waiting.Life doesn't stop&nbsp;because a door is open.It keeps moving,and so will I.If you want to walk through it,you'll find mesomewhere further down the path,still open,still whole.If you don't,I'll have lived&nbsp;and grown&nbsp;anyway.&#8203;Not because I stopped loving,but because I never stopped living.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">So I step back <br />from the door.<br />Not away from you...<br />just away from waiting.<br /><br />Life doesn't stop&nbsp;<br />because a door is open.<br />It keeps moving,<br />and so will I.<br /><br />If you want to walk <br />through it,<br />you'll find me<br />somewhere <br />further <br />down <br />the path,<br />still open,<br />still whole.<br /><br />If you don't,<br />I'll have lived&nbsp;<br />and <br />grown&nbsp;<br />anyway.<br />&#8203;<br />Not because I stopped <br />loving,<br />but because I never stopped <br />living.<br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/somewhere.jpg?1785484657" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Two Hearts]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/two-hearts]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/two-hearts#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2026 09:04:22 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/two-hearts</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  I stop and ask myself the difficult question.Am I the only one trying to keep it alive?This shouldn't be carried by one person.It should be chosen by two.The door is openedto&nbsp;my heart.Waiting for you to enter...But I can't standin that doorway forever...   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">I stop and ask myself the difficult question.<br />Am I the only one trying to keep it alive?</font><br /><font color="#000000">This shouldn't be carried by one person.<br />It should be chosen by two.</font><br /><font color="#000000">The door is opened<br />to&nbsp;my heart.</font><br /><font color="#000000">Waiting for you to enter...<br />But I can't stand<br />in that doorway forever...</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/two-hearts.jpg?1785483961" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Force Unseen]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/force-unseen]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/force-unseen#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/force-unseen</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  The toughest thing aboutmeeting violence with kindnessis the faith it asks of us.The faith that a Divine forceis present everywhere,even whenfear and suffering seems so prevalent.Either we trust that unseen&nbsp;or we don't...   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">The toughest thing <br />about<br />meeting <br />violence with kindness<br />is the faith <br />it asks of us.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">The faith <br />that a Divine force<br />is present <br />everywhere,<br />even when<br />fear and suffering <br />seems so prevalent.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">Either <br />we trust that unseen&nbsp;<br />or <br />we don't...</font><br /><span></span></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/war-unseen.jpg?1782226271" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Potential Born]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/potential-born]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/potential-born#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/potential-born</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Whenever a new&nbsp;dream in born...It's in our energy as potential...&nbsp;Maybe life has prepared the ground for it to blossom.Maybe you are exactly where you need to be to make that call.Orperhaps that is only a beautiful illusion...andWe drift like twigs on a river,surrendered to the current,finding our way to the ocean all the same...ButWhat if...&#8203;Just maybe it's by design...&nbsp;Would you take that chance?   					 								 					 						          					 			 [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">Whenever a new&nbsp;dream in born...<br /><br />It's in our energy as potential...&nbsp;<br /><br />Maybe life has prepared the ground for it to blossom.</font><br /><br /><font color="#000000">Maybe you are exactly where you need to be to make that call.</font><br /><br /><font color="#000000">Or<br /><br />perhaps that is only a beautiful illusion...</font><br /><br /><font color="#000000">and<br /><br />We drift like twigs on a river,<br /><br />surrendered to the current,<br /><br />finding our way to the ocean all the same...<br /><br />But<br /><br />What if...<br /><br />&#8203;Just maybe it's by design...&nbsp;<br /><br />Would you take that chance?</font><br /><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/potential-born_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Courage to See Each Other Again]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-courage-to-see-each-other-again]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-courage-to-see-each-other-again#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 13:15:37 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/the-courage-to-see-each-other-again</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  There&rsquo;s a pattern I keep noticing, and once you see it, it&rsquo;s hard to stop seeing it.Open any news feed and the loudest voices are arranged into two camps, glaring at each other across a line somebody else drew.I remember a passage from Desiderata that goes something like: &ldquo;Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.&rdquo; It feels as though that wisdom is playing out on a much larger scale today.Men are pitted against women [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#2a2a2a">There&rsquo;s a pattern I keep noticing, and once you see it, it&rsquo;s hard to stop seeing it.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Open any news feed and the loudest voices are arranged into two camps, glaring at each other across a line somebody else drew.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">I remember a passage from <em>Desiderata</em> that goes something like: <em>&ldquo;Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.&rdquo;</em> It feels as though that wisdom is playing out on a much larger scale today.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Men are pitted against women. Race against race. Left against right. Native against immigrant. Vaccinated against unvaccinated. One tribe of the internet against another.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Each side is convinced the other is the problem. Each side is fed, hour by hour, a stream of content engineered, not by accident but by design, to reinforce that certainty.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">The algorithm doesn&rsquo;t care which side you&rsquo;re on. It only cares that you keep watching, liking, commenting and sharing. Outrage is simply the cheapest fuel available.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">A calm and accurate take on a complicated issue rarely travels as far as a 30 second reel designed to make you angry at someone who isn&rsquo;t there to discuss or answer back.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">And so the cycle feeds itself. The more divided we become, the more attention division receives. The more attention it receives, the more it appears to be the whole story.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">This is the part that worries me most: it doesn&rsquo;t require &ldquo;a single mastermind&rdquo; pulling the strings anymore. It only requires &ldquo;a system&rdquo;, an algorithm, that rewards division more reliably than it rewards understanding and compassion.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It reminds me of George Orwell&rsquo;s <em>1984</em>. In Orwell&rsquo;s world, people are taught who to fear, who to hate and what to believe, often without ever questioning why. The machinery of the system becomes more important than the truth itself.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">At times it feels as though we are play out this dymanic in reality. Media built on attention naturally drifts toward conflict because conflict performs. Politics built on turnout naturally drifts toward enemies because a frightened electorate is easier to mobilise than a united one.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Nobody needs to conspire for the outcome to resemble a conspiracy. The incentive structure does the work by itself. When attention becomes the currency, division becomes the most profitable product.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">And the cost of all this isn&rsquo;t abstract anymore. It isn&rsquo;t measured in clicks, ratings or election results. It&rsquo;s measured in human lives.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It&rsquo;s the man who sits quietly with his struggles because somewhere along the way he learned that asking for help makes him weak.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It&rsquo;s the woman whose warmth and softness have been buried beneath layers of protection, shaped by years of being silenced, diminished or hurt by those who should have cared for her.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It&rsquo;s two people who would agree on almost everything that truly matters, never discovering it because they meet each other first as members of opposing camps rather than as fellow human beings.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">It&rsquo;s friendships that never begin. Conversations that never happen. Relationships that are written off before either person has a chance to be seen or heard fully.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">The reality is that most people are far more alike than they realise. Beneath the labels, the dogma, the politics and the identities - most of us are longing for the same things: to feel safe, to be valued, to belong, to love and be loved, and to know we matter in some way.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">For all the noise that surrounds us, the human heart remains remarkably simple. I don&rsquo;t want to play the same game here as I&rsquo;m not trying to say I&rsquo;m right and others are wrong. I&rsquo;m trying to avoid that.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">What I&rsquo;m trying to get at is something simpler: the courage to see each other again.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">We seem to have forgotten that two things can be true at the same time. This system has hurt men in ways we rarely acknowledge, and it has hurt women in ways we are still learning and trying to amend. Neither truth cancels the other out. Neither needs to be diminished for the other to be recognised.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Reality is rarely as neat as some arguments make it. There is often some truth on both sides, and some blindness too. A little light within the shadow, and a little shadow within the light. Yin within Yang. Wisdom begins when we stop asking who is completely right and who is completely wrong, and start asking what each of us might be missing.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Healing begins when we become curious instead of certain. When we listen before we judge. When we remember that beneath most anger is pain, beneath most fear is a longing to belong, and beneath all our labels is a human being trying to make sense of life.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">We don&rsquo;t rediscover each other through winning arguments. We rediscover each other through discussion, compassion and the openness to hold one another&rsquo;s complexity without reducing us to heroes, villains, allies or enemies.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">Now don&rsquo;t get me wrong - Real harm exists and accountability definitely matters. But so does love. So does understanding. The people who benefit most from our division are rarely the people sitting across from us.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">We need to find our way back to one another. To remember that before we were tribes, dogmas, identities, men or women, left or right, we were human beings.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">And maybe the way forward is not through choosing a side, but through choosing each other.</font><br /><font color="#2a2a2a">- Ian | www.ianclaxton.com&nbsp;</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/love-one-divided.jpg?1781791107" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Thought on Immigration, Integration and Cultural Identity in Europe]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/a-thought-on-immigration-integration-and-cultural-identity-in-europe]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/a-thought-on-immigration-integration-and-cultural-identity-in-europe#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2026 11:04:49 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/a-thought-on-immigration-integration-and-cultural-identity-in-europe</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  I want to write this from a place of peace, compassion and honesty, because I genuinely believe that most people, regardless of where they stand on immigration, want the same things.We want safe communities, opportunities for our families, and societies that live together in harmony.Across Ireland and the wider European Union, we have seen large numbers of people arriving from the Middle East, Africa and other troubled parts of the world. At first, many of us underst [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><br />I want to write this from a place of peace, compassion and honesty, because I genuinely believe that most people, regardless of where they stand on immigration, want the same things.<br /><br />We want safe communities, opportunities for our families, and societies that live together in harmony.<br /><br />Across Ireland and the wider European Union, we have seen large numbers of people arriving from the Middle East, Africa and other troubled parts of the world. At first, many of us understood this as a response to humanitarian crises. We were told that many of these people were fleeing war, persecution, poverty and instability, and it felt like the right thing to do to offer safety and refuge to those who genuinely needed it.<br /><br />However, over time it has become clear that our governments have struggled to create a system that truly helps people integrate into our societies. Instead of creating pathways into communities, education, employment and cultural understanding, many people have been placed into hotels and temporary accommodation for years on end. While they may receive shelter, financial support, food, clothing and safety, they are often left without a meaningful role in society or a clear path forward.<br />This is not good for them and it is not good for the communities around them.<br /><br />When people are brought into a country but not truly integrated, they can become isolated, frustrated and disconnected. Many have come from places that have experienced war, violence and trauma for generations. Before we judge individuals, we should try to understand where they have come from and what they may have experienced. Many have seen things that most of us could never imagine.<br /><br />At the same time, understanding those experiences does not mean ignoring the challenges that can arise when integration fails. Every country already has its own problems with crime, antisocial behaviour, domestic and all violence, addiction and social division. If governments continue to bring people into a country without helping them become part of society, tensions can grow and communities can become fractured.<br /><br />The answer is not hatred.<br /><br />The answer is not racism.<br /><br />The answer is not division.<br /><br /><strong><em>The answer is integration.</em></strong><br /><br />People should be encouraged and supported to learn the language of the country they have come to, understand its laws and customs, find employment, contribute to society and become active members of their local communities. Work, responsibility, purpose and belonging help people build a future. They create dignity, self-respect and stronger communities.<br /><br />Furthermore, I also believe every nation has the right and responsibility to preserve its own culture, traditions and identity. Ireland should remain Irish. France should remain French. Italy should remain Italian. Every nation in Europe has a unique history, language, heritage and way of life that has been built over centuries. These things should not be lost or weakened because people are afraid to discuss them.<br /><br />Preserving our culture does not mean rejecting others. It means valuing what our ancestors built and passing it on to future generations. A society can be welcoming while also being confident in its own identity.<br /><br />I feel, integration works best when newcomers understand and respect the culture of the country they are joining. We only have to look at the Irish people who emigrated to America, Australia, Britain and many other countries throughout history. They brought their traditions, music, stories and culture with them, but they also worked, contributed, integrated and became part of the societies that welcomed them. They built lives, raised families and played a positive role in the countries they called home.<br /><br />We can also look closer to home. Ireland has seen excellent examples of integration in recent decades. Thousands of Polish people and people from other Eastern European countries came here looking for opportunities for themselves and their families after joining into the European Union. They joined our workplaces, started businesses, played in our sports clubs, became our neighbours and friends, raised their children here and became part of the fabric of Irish society. They brought their own culture and traditions, but they also embraced life in Ireland, it's customs and contributed enormously to our communities and economy. Their success shows what can happen when people are given the opportunity to work, participate and build a future alongside the local population.<br /><br />I believe most people want peace. <br /><br />Most people want stability.<br /> <br />Most people want a future where people of different backgrounds can live side by side with mutual respect.&nbsp;<br /><br />For that to happen, governments across Europe need to move beyond short-term solutions, built on lining their own coffers, and develop long-term integration policies that benefit everyone. <br /><br />Compassion must be matched with responsibility. <br /><br />Welcome must be matched with integration. <br /><br />Rights must be matched with responsibilities.<br /><br />A successful immigration policy is not measured simply by the number of people who arrive. It is measured by how successfully people become part of the nation they have chosen to call home.<br /><br />If we can achieve that balance, then we can remain: <br /><br />Compassionate without being na&iuml;ve.<br /><br />Preserve our cultures without becoming hostile. <br /><br />and <br /><br />Build societies that are strong, peaceful and united for generations to come.<br /><br />That is the Ireland I would like to see. <br /><br />And on a larger scale a Europe that is: <br /><br />Compassionate enough to help those in genuine need. <br /><br />Confident enough to preserve the identity of every nation. <br /><br />and <br /><br />Wise enough to understand that integration, not division, is the path towards a peaceful future for everyone.<br /><br /></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/ireland_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Up Ahead]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/up-ahead]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/up-ahead#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 15:42:52 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/up-ahead</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  I'll love you no matterwhich path you choose.And more than that -&#8203;I'll be waiting for youup ahead.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#000000">I'll love you no matter<br />which path you choose.<br /></font><br /><font color="#000000">And more than that -<br /><br />&#8203;I'll be waiting for you<br />up ahead.</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/up-ahead.jpg?1785483369" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Manifested Dreams]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/manifested-dreams]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/manifested-dreams#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 15:41:58 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ianclaxton.com/thoughts/manifested-dreams</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Just look around you.You are my dream come true.In life there will always bechallenges that have manifested,and dreams that haven't.But they'll always palebeside the number of dreamsthat have manifested,and challenges that haven't.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><span></span><font color="#000000">Just look around you.<br />You are my dream come true.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">In life there will always be<br />challenges that have manifested,<br />and dreams that haven't.</font><br /><span></span><font color="#000000">But they'll always pale<br />beside the number of dreams<br />that have manifested,<br />and challenges that haven't.</font><br /><span></span></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ianclaxton.com/uploads/1/7/2/8/17285262/published/manifested-dreams.jpg?1785483201" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>