730 days sans moonshine.

july 24th has become an important day in my life.  one of my three darling sisters was born on this date.  seven years ago i explored – and continue to embrace – a vegan diet (with the exception of the odd butter tart and seasonal mini eggs of course). it was also on this day…

manifested romance.

he is not a potential suitor but your attraction to him is spurred by irrational emotions.  it is neither lust or love — it is merely aching, perpetual loneliness.  the hangover of an empty bed.  sleep with yourself.  an affair with dignity before you can expect another to genuinely lay next to you. “being single,…

the burdens of booze: 150 days later.

150 days.  that is how long i have been sober. to admit addiction is brave. to commit to recovery is courage. to cope with it every day is survival. humans are curious, we experiment. we are allured by drug culture. we spiral in despair but we also stand tall in the light. we heal. we…

the yogasm.

as much as i would like to i cannot take credit for this word.  i first uttered it about a year ago when speaking to a friend who takes as much release in this meditative form of exercise (yoga) as i do. yes, the meaning of the word ‘yogasm’ is exactly what you think it is (you dirty…

a staccato burst: the power to persevere.

“perseverance leads to a break-out moment.” -beautiful bird xx (warning: what follows is the ramblings of self-induced egoism.) one of my favourite australian utterances is, “i’m over it.”  loosely translated: something has become annoyingly mundane or tiresome and it is time to flip it the bird.  at least that is my lexical adaptation of it. let…