​​​​Author of cross genre psychological thrillers and romantic comedies, all with strong female protagonists


PHILIP OLDFIELD

​Unwrapping one's life


Family life, some might say, is the true origin of Chaos Theory. Is our birth order a determinant of how we live our lives? I am not so sure...  

Travelling Time and Space


When we give freely of ourselves, that giving is the meaning of life. It is the end in itself.


I have spent years voraciously reading.  I've traversed time and space, crossed the globe and beyond and back several times.


I've caused mayhem with the Mongols, starved in Stalingrad, marveled at life on Mars, been a kangaroo with Kafka, brought love to the poor with Mother Theresa, broken bread with Jesus, listened to the words of Mohamed, praise be his name, set slaves free with Lincoln and plumbed the depths of and breadth of Einstein’s theory of relativity. It is true after all.

And in the quiet moments, when I created my own space time bubble, I allowed God to enlighten me. Whilst Kant, my favourite Philosopher, helped to firm up my innate belief that our essential goodness comes from our actions.


When we give freely of ourselves, that giving is the meaning of life. It is the end in itself.


Philip A Oldfield

Travelling Time and Space - Author - Philip Oldfield
Going Underground - Author - Philip Oldfield

Path for Aesthetes


Our feet planted their prints adjacent to the damn and there we touched a tipping point between sound and silence, both held each other in perfect equilibrium.


The vast body of water damned a lifetime, flooded homes, flora and fauna buried silently underneath.

The awesome element dominates: strong in its depth, admirable in its breadth and yet, fragile in its softness and prey to ambient heat. We beheld the natural shape changer: responsive to the slightest breeze, the gentlest of touch, and unfelt by us, the quivering motion from Earth. Nature’s palette shimmered in its art form and as an artist bore a reflective impression never settling to one image or that across its canvas.

The climbing footpath led us, nature’s trespassers, into a reservoir of sounds – white immersive, the soporific purr of water pouring an ever changing song over stone and mortar. Nature’s aching most surely unwound as the man-made showerhead massaged the river and spray moistened the ground below.

Our feet planted their prints adjacent to the damn and there we touched a tipping point between sound and silence, both held each other in perfect equilibrium.

Stepping through the portal of one we entered the first moments of emerging silence and we felt the unspoken, our ears touched the muteness of the water and felt the placid unhurried swish of a closing curtain; we stood there, poised as if back stage listening; the audience of nature gradually, inexorably, fell into the quiet invisible hush of anticipation.

In this nothingness, in this our tiny vacuum, our thoughts were garnered by an ethereal orchestra, and the mixing of our minds swirled gracefully within us, within our microcosmic universe.  We experienced a soundless jewel gleaned for us by the mystery of serendipity and in its temporal embrace allowed us to live unsullied in another world, one full of the immaterial,  the unseen and seen.

We knew such silence would be forever there, waiting for all to see, but hidden from most we mused, behind a veil shrouding its soundless beauty to all those who trespass with distracted eyes, conversational wraps or whose lives are daily sliced and diced by preoccupations with minutia.


​Philip A Oldfield

Do you know something? Doing Good, just feels right.

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Going Underground

They are the spies among us, the anonymous, silently watching, waiting, wondering who will turn next. They are are the occupiers of empty space and mind the gap between our lives and those who would do us harm.

The Elephant and Castle is a place of exquisite ugliness. I weave through the side streets to escape its brutality. And as I carve through concrete I find some peace in gentle thoughts of my love whom I hold in my heart. 

Pull on the trunk. Shake out a tale. There's fun to be had in the old elephant. Look to the turrets and castle your eyes around. There's a realm to be conquered and a world to be found. 

Within the underground where no revolution was ever planned, I stand swaying back and forth. People are madly in love with their phones, books or newspapers. Others find the posters on the ceiling, or the pattern on the floor incredibly fascinating. A rare few poke and peek their fellows and felines. Their surreptitious, furtive eyes do not miss a thing. 


They are the spies among us, the anonymous, silently watching, waiting, wondering who will turn next. They are are the occupiers of empty space and mind the gap between our lives and those who would do us harm.

 
But, today, I am your guardian angel. You walk the air that I breathe. Your eyes see the beauty I miss. You give sight to my blindness.

Philip A Oldfield

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