Writing. Writing feels good. Writing helps to clarify thoughts in my own mind. Processes and analyses are crystallised, emotions are sorted through, and awareness often asserts itself.
childhood discoveries I started drawing again… I forgot how therapeutic it is, even if just scribbles. It reminds me that there are depths to myself I have forgotten, or lost along the way. How many things we are capable of doing when we are young but that we then forget as we grow older, as…
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In a world of uncertainty and a mass shift in consciousness, it’s nice to know that the little things we do for others each day does make a difference, even if we’re not famous, or well known.
I got snow… then sunshine! As my sister, Rana, always says, “Even if it’s a grey day, remember, the sun always shines above the clouds!”
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!
“What do you want to be when you grow up? Well, if you’re not sure you want to do just one thing for the rest of your life, you’re not alone. In this illuminating talk, writer and artist Emilie Wapnick describes the kind of people she calls “multipotentialites” — who have a range of interests…
I’ve been meditating on this point rather a lot over the last year… to go or not to go, that is the question.
Flying into Denpasar, Bali, at sunset, is an experience in itself. Cloud encircled the island’s mountain tops, and the orange light bathed the western beaches – I could just make out the tiny boats near the shoreline.
I left the flat about 22:30 this night… the streets and canals natural wind tunnels, causing my hoody to blow off a couple of times, though in a respite it was still relatively warm for the end of December – clear skies too. It’s quieter at night on the streets around where my sister lives……