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Kintsugi

Lately I’ve been feeling a strong urge to integrate – to gather up past selves and own her awkward moments, her poor decisions, and her burned bridges with the hope of finding some continuity there.

April 9, 2022 · Leave a comment

Ode to life

I want life to be succulent. It want it to be like something juicy dripping down my chin. Life should be like a sweet mango, like strawberries in peak season … Continue reading

March 27, 2019 · Leave a comment

Going from broken to booyah

Real change takes time. Time, persistence and continuous effort are fine at the start when you’ve got all the willpower of optimism, but after a little while, they become hard. … Continue reading

September 26, 2016 · Leave a comment

Stop trying to save the planet

For decades now, the environmental movement has been asking us to save the planet. We see images of habitats destroyed, rubbish piling up in remote areas and polar bears starving … Continue reading

May 26, 2016 · Leave a comment

Scenes and outtakes

When you watch a movie or a tv show, you see snippets.  They‘re strung together in a way that shows time passing and a narrative unfolding. You don’t see all … Continue reading

June 25, 2015 · Leave a comment

Truth – the misunderstood monster

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful … Continue reading

March 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

When it seems all wrong

People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water … and when people stare too close to silence they sometimes face their own reflections, their magnified shadows in the … Continue reading

January 13, 2014 · 3 Comments

Powerful words

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language  And next year’s words await another voice. T.S. Eliot We take an annual pilgrimage in our minds at each year. We … Continue reading

December 31, 2013 · Leave a comment

Beautiful traditions

Tradition is a guide and not a jailer. W. Somerset Maugham A celtic harp plays the Christ Child Lullaby. I lay all the branches, colour by colour on the floor. … Continue reading

November 28, 2013 · Leave a comment
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