[note reader: penned for a while i feel rejuvenated and strong enough to share … what follows might sound quirky or loopy but it is a personal practice and it has brought such peaceful beauty, leaving me inspired daily] in the months that i have embraced meditation my thinking has been more sensuous, my mornings more…
Category: gaining perspective.
thought provoking moments and little life matters that are helping me put things into perspective.
old journals.
i read today. the author who intrigued me was myself. and it was an overwhelming experience to say the least. perched on my bed in my parents’ house where most of the words were written i took the lid off of an oversized shoe box and sifted through more than a dozen notebooks and diaries. from…
innocent little coping mechanisms.
“thankfully, we can always put on our other favourite band’s records and get on with things. it’s an innocent little coping mechanism, but we always take those songs for granted.” these two small sentences jumped out at me while reading an article in the nov/dec 2011 frankie magazine (if this isn’t on your reading radar got…
riding through life … without training wheels.
blissful nostalgic reminds me of a happy childhood … perhaps most fond is the memory of riding the streets in the east-end of my hometown, cobourg, with my sisters, we as the neighbourhood calvary, my sturdy deed, a bike; my mode of transportation for saturday morning paper routes, a bike; vehicle of choice for those young playful…
under a new moon.
it is a monday night. cool but a hint of warmth stills the evening. typical of spring. the streets are quiet save the murmur of all blacks rugby fans that populate the vague pubs. i have perched myself on the stoop of the meager hotel that will serve as home for the coming days. moved after a…
life-shifting.
maybe it has been the music. maybe it has been the people i have met. maybe it has been my fascination with beat poets. maybe it all started when i picked up a pen again….or maybe it is just because it has been long enough. whatever the ‘if, maybe, perhaps or i suppose’ is…something is changing. something…
lingering distance.
it’s that space between coming from somewhere i knew i didn’t want to be to the place where i am still not sure i want to be. it’s that period of suspense where i am heading in some unknown direction but don’t necessarily mind taking wrong turns or even the long way around. it’s that moment of silence between stages…
slowpoke. it’s worth sitting down for.
a hectic day and all i want is to sit, breathe and mentally digress; reality escapism if you will. wandering up one of my favourite streets in melbourne my interest is suddenly piqued by what looks like a rickety cupboard door in an otherwise deserted strip of ‘for lease’ signs and refurbished construction. curiously, i stroll inside…
surrealism (an alternative definition).
a quick search on google defines ‘surreal’ as a “bizarre moment” or a “hallucinatory dream with unreal qualities”. the meaning of the word is also derived from the 20th-century art movement, surrealism, that inspired artists and writers to explore their creative potential through the unconscious mind. with that context – and as an experimental writer myself…
a student of the school of life.
approximately two years ago when i started to revisit philosophy about the self/self-identity, the school of life came up in my research. a london-based hub of theory and thought, idea and insight, the school aims to guide humans on how to live life happily and fulfilled. once a week or so i tune in to read blog posts or…
static confusion. 