It’s one of those rainy, crisp spring days – and you only have two choices.
1.) Sing & dance in the rain
or
2.) Cuddle up with some warmth: blankets, fuzzy socks, & comfort food… … More Treat yourself: Rainy Day Toasted Almonds
This is the 21st century, and we prioritize keeping our children safe. “You know, this is a first world country, and one would think we could really do better. In the First World, we can raise bright, young individuals who have the freedom to express themselves and will eventually grow up to run our country, … More This song-PG. Shocking! Quelle horreur!
Shitty shale. That’s what lay, hundreds of metres steep, between the summit of Morro Peak and our pallid figures across the valley. We summited a mountain that day, just not the one we had planned. “The wrong side of the valley “ This is a conundrum that we end up facing on basically every day-trip summit attempt with … More Not Morro Peak
My sister asked me: “Why do you climb?” (it was one of those precious honest moments) “You know, sometimes I worry about defining my identity so strongly through one aspect of my life…But then I think, how can it possibly be bad when climbing makes my day every time.” “Nice.” she said. (and meant it) … More Identity (a metamorphosis?)
Home. It’s what they’re all singing about, from Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros to Michael Bublé to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s classic, sweet home of Alabama. I guess houses have become sort of a metaphor, in my mind, for safe places where dreams can flourish (see my previous article on houses, Stepping Stones & Shells). Funny, since I … More Nowhere I’d Rather Be.
The Quest to Feel Everything. Often when I feel something complex or painful I amplify my internal turmoil by struggling against the feeling. I shouldn’t be feeling this. Why am I feeling this. I am better than this. I am weak. This isn’t me. The other day, I had a conversation with my mother and … More To All Depths
Something that reminds me of the goodness of humanity is that when I lose things they all somehow come back to me. Someone, or the general world itself, always manages to return or take care of them. It’s a small act that reminds me that we are not alone in this world. It’s one way … More They All Come Back
Last night I was surprised to have you show up in my dreams again. I’m not sure why exactly I was surprised, I guess it’s just because you just weren’t invited. But since it was a scene of my humiliation, of course you were there. After all, it was in a dream that we first … More A Visitor (in my dreams)
In honour of Mother’s Day: Some of the funnest memories I have are of hitting the road with my mum. In Fiji the roadtrips were not long–a weekly, hour-long migration from the capital, Suva, to various beach hotels or the grand five-star resort island of Denarau. My mum would chat with the locals atthe front … More Roadtrips: pools, walls & breakfast buffets
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