It was 5:30 am. I was in the kitchen. The standard routine was under way. Start the coffee. Put away the dishes from the clear plastic drying rack. Peel carrots to slice for the lunch bags.
The Melbourne Cup was held today, otherwise dramatically referred to as “The Race That Stops The Nation”.
It took me some time to answer this question and to be at peace with it.
Hiding is fleeing from our best selves.
The taxi driver smelled of cigarette smoke and it wafted out at me as I opened the door. I wondered how taxi drivers could still smoke in their vehicles these days. He was overweight and looked comfortable in his driving seat and he didn’t look up at me as I got in the car. He wore…
Throughout our lives we’ll hit quite a few crossroads.
Some of the more obvious are which University to go to, which job to take, who to date, who to break-up with. However there are plenty of other crossroads that we face from time to time.
I am reading this new book by Cal Newport on Deep Work. I call it as a caveman experience and knew it from long ago, in school days when I needed to concentrate too much or finish a…
Are good, when we understand them.
They make laugh, start a conversation, a story between two (or more people). They hide a meaning only few can understand. That what’s so good about them, it is a private connection. Not everyone can have it, it is special.
Twinkling lights, suspended in a cluster. A single thread offers a road map back to an energy source. South by southwest. A chilly breeze in from the north, for poetry’s sake. Bubbling water from over the fence and across a stranger’s yard. Never once crossed paths, face to face and yet we know much of…
We do the things we do for the people we love. All of us, without exception. But sometimes these things are also things we do to protect the people we love. And sometimes, we hurt the ones we intend on protecting in doing so.
It’s always amazing to watch the effect that gifted people may have on us. For example, some musicians sing so effortlessly and have us…
I just sit there.
I stare.
It holds my attention, im mesmerised by it.
After a while, I grow tired of it and it of me, it seems.
It knows it doesn’t have to try too hard to keep me there though.
Grief has a thing about sweeping you with it. It is unexpected and you never know what impact it might have on you.
But you have to look at the bigger picture. Is a shorter span of grief going to save you soul searching later when it’s too late to go…
“Imagine a white shield from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet,” she advised. “It looks white from the outside, but you can see through it. Nothing can get in.”
I wanted to believe in some post-religious protection, so I closed my eyes, trying to feel that…
I have been spending a lot of time in the forest recently. No, I am not Ralph Waldo Emerson, but yes, I have made a few observations.