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And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss..." from 'If' by Rudyard Kipling
In the Sargasso Seas of life's pitch and yaw, it would not be inaccurate to reckon that Jonathan has gained his Master Mariner's . In his late twenties, a chance remark from his father highlighted a genetic trait that went back to his great uncle Toto (alias Capt Albert H W Trapman). Throughout his career as one of the U.K's top professional photographers in the advertising and marketing sector and subsequently as a leading light in the Yoga Body Mind movement, he had ample opportunity to reflect on the gifts handed down from generation to generation. As he developed a multitude of eclectic 'careers' something began to grow and nag at this renaissance personality's inquisitive mind. One question developed in strength and haunted him. Initially mysteriously, penetrating the clouds of unknowing and smog-ridden immersion that passed as the media thicket, later to gain clarity through several detoxes and inverted yoga postures. He researched the question with the determination of a ferret investigating a trouser leg - how is it that someone so creative can spend such effort and research and still seem to miss out on that elusive success? It was then that the 'Ah-Ha' moment and his connection to his Uncle Toto struck him an irreversible blow of awareness. With the precision of a face-lift surgeon whose sharpened blade earned him the sort of 6-figure salary Jonathan believed only possible by entering the charmed gate of "El Gordo", he initiated a quest. Leaving the company of Don Quixote and his pals in a blaze of enlightenment and with the sun on his back, he set out on a journey that resulted in "Toto - Dreams and Realities". As Piaf sings in her classic ballad "Non, je ne regrette rien..", he regrets not an iota of life, and moreover is eternally grateful for the whole darned lot - and some! Read more about the book.... |