“we only get more lost when we drift from the present moment.” -beautiful bird xx in some foreign land out there is a girl who rocks my world. in meeting her i had yet to know someone who matched me in terms of bravery, sentiment and the will to (live) love relentlessly. this lass, she over there…
Category: gaining perspective.
thought provoking moments and little life matters that are helping me put things into perspective.
‘a’ is for anhedonia.
talk about work your way to get somewhere and once the milestone is achieved you realize you don’t really want to be there anymore. is this wanting too much or never feeling your appetite for life is full enough? a letter from my six, the girl in the moon (she knows who she is), back in…
2013 life theme: vulnerability.
tis january so of course it is only fitting to continue to write about resolutions, contemplations. ambitions and dreams. yep, tis the middle of january and unlike the frenzy of words that were uploaded at the strike of midnight 14 days ago this writer is just coming to surface with her words. her dreams for…
new year contemplations (a couple of days in).
they say that how you end the year is how you will see the year. perhaps we can also say that how one begins the year is how one will live the year. i think about my first week of 2013 to date: walking the surf coast trail from torquay to jan juc then onwards to bells beach ……
21-kind-of-something-love.
the 21-kind-of-something love: the adolescent flirtation that is perhaps deeper than your sweet 16 crush but not as profound as to what you will feel for a man in your post-transformative years. we shape-shift our way through the majority of our 20s. the ‘i love you’ at 21 is as meaningful then as it is now but in…
a fleeting feeling (bicycle induced)
and like childhood melodies, they rode their bikes together under the springtime moonlight. he rode ahead, not aware of anything while she pedaled slowly aside; fully aware of everything. following behind she stalled as yet another man merely passed her by. unbeknownst to him he had broken her heart. and like a rusty chain, she had fallen apart….
the ramblings of a bibliophile vegan.
a post from my other blog initiative, the social dialogue. some elements of static confusion in there no doubt. read it here: http://thesocialdialogue.org/2012/12/05/orthorexia-nervosa/ mad love, nicxo
10,000 hours in hamburg.
hamburg, germany. it is a city that is often referred to as the “gateway to the world”. as with most german city states, its history is composed of both intrigue and controversy. reeperbahn, otherwise known as the “sinful mile”, still burns as a seedy red light district whereas speicherstadt (storage town) encapsulates the port city’s rich history…
a banjo. a guitar. a ukulele … and some knitting.
imagine this: it is a winter night and all you want to do is rock up to a dark room, the flames of a fire and sip on the local beer on tap. venue if choice: the wesley anne, the high street local that is rich in old stable decor. her major source of light is simple old-fashion candle. …
the poet v. the philosopher.
i’ve been sitting on this topic for a while now. contemplating on how to best articulate the difference between two of my favourite proses: poetry and philosophy. for as long as i can remember, i associated poetry with art, philosophy with thought. and if my mind were to get really fancy in putting the two together, ‘artful thinking’…
static confusion. 