i watch the ripples change their size but never leave the stream of warm impermanence
the word queue is ironic: it’s just a Q with a bunch of silent letters waiting in line.
we left the flat at 12.30am, having already made our way through a numerous variety of beers, wine and rum. on a mission possible, we strode towards town, looking for the nearest meat market, aka project nightclub. marked on the way in, a black purple line on the inside of my left wrist, i was…
Sometimes throughout life, I forget that I need to stop and take a moment, to wonder about and note all the little things out there in life that make it beautiful to me, such as little reminders to stay strong and keep going. In times of sheer dejection, when I couldn’t raise my head or…
“The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places.”
Home. Funny word that. Home is where my parents are. Or the hotel in whichever country I am travelling around. Or my bedroom in my flat share. Or my sisters’ flats, when they cook me good food. Or my friends’ homes, when I stay overnight. I have always felt like I am still searching for…
Running in Kockelscheuer, 1 May 2016 #nofilter Appreciating the majesty of living in my city, Luxembourg. Happy Sunday all! One love, peace xx
Thoughts on a postcard: revamped blog – what do you think? So… having woken up at ridiculous o’clock again this morning, I decided that it was about time that I sat down and actually chose a decent theme to my blog – especially as it’s The Sound of One Hand Clapping’s one year anniversary; yay!
So, coming into work this morning, I basically saw the sun peeping up on the horizon and was thinking that maybe, just maybe, we might have a cold but sunny day for the whole day today… well, I was correct to a point, and then it started snowing!
I’ve been meditating on this point rather a lot over the last year… to go or not to go, that is the question.