When doves cry
It’s 3 in the morning but I can’t sleep. I blame the fact that the full moon is in Scorpio and the icon Prince just passed on for my sudden emotional need for… Continue reading
It’s 3 in the morning but I can’t sleep. I blame the fact that the full moon is in Scorpio and the icon Prince just passed on for my sudden emotional need for… Continue reading
Way up here, with Bali beneath and India before me, my mind becomes the clear sky. And every event and encounter since I started this journey, white, puffy clouds. From this perspective, I… Continue reading
I wake up with a heavy head. Not because of a wild night out (I wish) No, rather a lurking notion of yesterday’s evening. Sleepless tears over a cup of tea, with you… Continue reading
The sky has been crying for days. Sometimes a light weeping, misty drizzle, a sad but solaced surrender. Sometimes a ripped up, heavy-hearted, downpour. There have been moments when the clouds have cleared… Continue reading
I find myself on a beautiful beach, with a name of many vocals, on an island in Greece. On my one side, the turquoise water gently laps the shoreline, where tourists and locals… Continue reading
Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea Rumi
Dear Month of May, Thank you for nothing. Or actually that’s not true… Thank you for showing me how stressful change can be. How even the smallest moves makes the biggest… Continue reading
It’s been two weeks and the sensation of waking up the sound of the Costa Rican rainforest, it’s tropical birds and cheeky little monkey’s, feels long gone. My faded summer skin is back… Continue reading
It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. Jack Kerouac
Monday and a new start of some sort. I caught the classic dragged out November cold and can’t remember when I last felt energetic or refreshed. As if someone had pulled a thick… Continue reading