I wonder if any of them – as they existed in those freeze frame shots I look at now – I wonder if any of them, at that time, planned to be what they are now. Where they are now. I wonder if they envisioned their future, a quarter century later, as being what it is now… … More The way we were
Lessons from a tree… … More What matters
Unloading…for my future self. … More Feel the burn…
On the importance of admitting when your job doesn’t need to bring emotional fulfilment… … More Career Conundrums
When the lighting is perfect for writing… … More By the light of the moon
On changing family units, home, and the cycles of life… … More Fragmentation, renewal, and a poem about the spaces we inhabit
Everything changes. But we have to move forward, adapt, and make the best of whatever comes next, even as we hold on to priceless memories of the places our hearts will forever hang on to. … More On the Loss of a Beloved Home
Why Tuesday and Thursday mornings are the best… … More Gift of the Morning
“Doing any and everything for the chance just to come near
So those slaves are always working, doing the same routines
Over and over again you would think they were machines
Fuelled by a gasoline that you wish you could see
Cause it’s a long journey to A Sirat al-Mustaqim.”
– Boonaa Mohammed – “How to be a Slave” … More Life as a Machine
Certain spaces hold a special place in our hearts. We live through important moments of our lives there, and they remain with us forever after in memory – no matter how they may physically change, or how many years or decades pass. … More Sanctuary for the Soul
slip-sliding away..... 