About C.J. Birch
I was born on Thursday 13th July 1972 in Harare, Zimbabwe, to an English father and a South African mother. I was christened Catherine Jane Birch and - from the outset - I've been inquisitive about most of life's elemental questions; its myriad paradoxes and unpredictable anomalies, their sources, solutions and their propensity for unmitigated change. From a very young age I was captured by the enigmatic life process, the challenge of living and what it 'means' to be alive.
I spent countless invaluable hours in nature, watching the world at its work. I had a fascination for everything around me, curious about what things were, how and why they worked, what they represented in relation to one another.
I began writing at the age of 5. Journals, stories and poetry, illustrations, have been a constantly evolving source of quiet self-reflection, expansive expression throughout my life.
I'm fortunate to have travelled many miles, to have visited a variety of differing destinations and though I've learned a lot about life in the last 50 years, my questions about its complexities are neverending.
I currently live in the south-east of England, having returned to the United Kingdom after a particularly harrowing period of 7 allegedly 'invisible' or 'non-existent' years of absolute hell in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa. I've decided to erase those memories, altogether.
My 15-year-old son lives in Switzerland, with his father.
31 Dec 2012 · 03:35
I think Alice is still wandering around Wonderland. I don’t think she ever resurfaced. When faced with the choice of returning to this world as it is, she said, ‘No thanks very much, I think I’ll pass.’ She’s busy in an Underworld we see only in our dreams.
I wonder why there is no global body that can say ‘no’ to unacceptable happenings. Why is there not a resounding universal ‘no’ when it comes to rhino poaching, for instance? Why don’t governments stand for what is right these days? I think people need to remove political correctness from their agendas. This world needs a shake up. Syria needs peace. Gaza – is Gaza. People need to stop squabbling over land and let go of fighting for the honour of their past ‘heroes’. Who says anything ‘belongs’ to anyone in the first place? Like the way man will rape Nature’s resources and disrespect her convention. Or make rules for outer space. Space etiquette is more important than behaving like a reasonable human being on terra firma. I wonder some days just who we think we are on this planet.
I trust people with experience. I love learning, and being taught. I think we are all learning, all the time. It is a constant. As is change. To resist change is not brave. Change is what keeps the flow in this world, going. The richest languages are those evolving all the time, those in a state of flux. The same applies to people.
24 Dec 2012 · 07:55
I wish on eyelashes. I believe in the greater good. I trust karma to send our lessons. I think karma gives an excellent explanation of being. If you understand exactly what karma is, what it means. What you do in your now will affect your past. Therefore, it will affect your future. If the past changes, the future changes. You can bend your destiny. Karma is searching, like everything else. She searches for equilibrium. Trust that. Trust that you have a future past that is coming at you and trust that you can change it by modifying your present tense.
We are free to take whatever is given. Take lessons, and learn. That is our purpose.
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18 Dec 2012 · 15:32
I write contemporary fiction. I employ various genres in my self-expression. I am passionate about the gothic and have an interest in metaphysics, magic, art, mysticism, alchemy and the senses. I believe there are more than six senses. I have three works open at the moment and spend each day creating, whether it be a small amount – or to a large degree. I am intrigued by social dynamics and find the human condition to be the most fascinating experience.
I think Alice is still wandering around Wonderland. I don’t think she ever resurfaced. When faced with the choice of returning to this world as it is, she said, ‘No thanks very much, I think I’ll pass.’ She’s busy in an Underworld we see only in our dreams.
C.J. Birch
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