loosely translated, tro, hopp & karlek means ‘believe, hope and love’ in swedish. i saw this written on a chalkboard frame while taking delicious delight in vegan stew and laughing company in malmo. there is something really beautiful about revisitng a place for a second time. altough familiar, sights and tastes are still somewhat new. …
30 days of april.
april has always been my favourite month. it’s when the days get a little longer; the sun a little warmer. the winter lion goes into hibernation; the spring lamb comes out to play. snowflakes melt into lilac blossoms; under the cold white blanket new life begins. a new season grows. even on the other side of the…
bellbunya: a life-giving experience.
do you consider 10 days to be a significant period of time? can you really shift and shape a profound amount in a mere 240 hours? i reckon you can. if albert einstein is right then “the world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. it cannot be changed without changing our thinking.” this…
thoughts from (somewhere) near emmundi.
it’s on a train through green lush pastures that my mind spurs wild. we roll past the glasshouse mountains and i’m content because I have just turned 31. i’m on sabbatical. and the journey back from down under to up over is just beginning. watching other drifters daydream out the window, my own thoughts move from…
staccato burst: anxiety is love’s killer.
may you remind yourself that deep breaths distill all anxious flutters. may you know that all sweet successes take root in flustered failures. may you learn that to love truly is to dive quite deeply. may you wear a life jacket when swimming in buoyant waters. and please, may you promise no matter the strength of…
my (little) life sabbatical.
“life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” -confucius what would you do if you didn’t have to work? what favourite things would you spend time on? what foreign land would you travel? what stories (and ideas) would unfold? what would happen if you were to let loose … to let go…
upcycled cool.
i have a confession to make … i am a chronic hoarder. a hoarder of magazine articles and newspaper clippings. to me, these mediums are just as treasured as a book. my masterpiece of a library (to be built one day, sigh) will have endless stacks of yellowed paper painted with times roman ink. i rescue these pages from…
idle crushes.
it seems as though a couple of things have become stagnate as of late: my writing and the fleeting crushes that entertain my heart. in old english to idel was to be empty and useless (thanks oxford). in my life, to idle is to suffer from the stop-start effect: to stop finding creative motivation, to…
bare walls and packed-up carboard cartons.
tis amazing how quickly you can fill a space. even quicker how it can be emptied. my 4×4 wall abode was a haven, a reading nook and in the early mornings, a yoga studio. it is where i write. it is where i cry. it is where i rise. it is a space of comfort, of confidence, of…
f*cked (and fixed) up.
i’ve been fucked up and i’ve been a fool … fix myself up and come be with you. -from ‘muchacho’s tune’ by phosphorescent is there anything more powerful than sitting in silence, your headphones acting as a blockade to the noise outside your mind (and its internal static too for that matter), when all of…
static confusion. 