The journey, home, into my heart.
We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading
We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading
It’s not the places we travel to That we fall in love with It’s ourselves The way we loosen our ties And let down our hair The way we suddenly start having conversations… Continue reading
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if… 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’m staring at a blank page but my mind is buzzing. Thoughts and feelings, insights and confusion, pleasure and pain, all seem to battle for my attention. I’m left without words to pin-point… Continue reading
In the last dying day of the year, I let out a sigh. Someone holds me tight, and I realize, how much grief I carry, how much healing I crave. Palm trees are… Continue reading
For all that has been, Thank you. For all that is to come, Yes! Dag Hammarskjöld
Exhale. Every unmet expectation, every unforgiven goodbye. Every effort, every aim, every target, every claim. Everything you cling to, every name, Everything you ever called your own. Exhale. Every idea of right… Continue reading
Late night reflections, like so many times before. I have an 8 year long archive to prove it, and sometimes I amuse myself with looking at where I was this exact day a… Continue reading
I am back in Ubud. Ubud is back in me. This time is different though. This time I am staying. At least long enough to know, where to go from here. And so… Continue reading