Home is where the heart is. Or, the heart is at home where it is at home.
I am not sure when exactly I wrote this, but it was about two or three years ago. It got lost in all the papers I shoved into a box at some stage (from desk to pile on desk to box in bookcase, as it were) and I rediscovered it the other day while gutting said box.
It was obviously directed at myself, but I think that it may be of use to others. I certainly feel the challenge and a sense of urgency. Continue reading
My lovely parents, 50 years ago and today.
Today I don’t have much to say, because I don’t actually know much about the topic, except as a spectator. But I must mention it, because even so it does affect me to an extent, and it is about people whom I love very much after all.
Photo credit: rank McKenna
I love trees. No wait. I fucking LOVE trees.
If I had to pick my favourite thing in nature, it would be trees. And I have many favourite things in nature! If I could live in a tree, I would. I can stare at them for hours. Touch them, sit underneath them and be happy instantly. Listen to them for even longer, when the wind blows through their leaves and the sounds that bring me peace and fuel my imagination. Continue reading
It’s taken me many years to really understand courage. It’s a tough concept, if you think about it. Not that I think I know it all, but I think I know enough at this stage of my life.
Sometimes, when I want to understand what something is, I first try to define what it is not. So, this is my take… Courage is not impulsiveness, ignorance, sorrowful, desperate, insecure, indecisive, etc. You get the idea. On the other hand, I feel that courage is the following: To not sell out on you despite the world whispering in your ear to be something else. To make sure you know who you are and what’s important to you, and what it is in life that makes it all go around. To be deliberate about choices. Now. Not tomorrow. To have fear, but to not make it your deciding factor, but just another one of the many factors, or to even make it your catalyst. Continue reading
Credit: Artur Rutkowski
About six months ago, I decided to put myself through a romance detox. That has now ended, albeit a few weeks later than anticipated. I actually forgot the date I started this lark. Now I realise it served little purpose (I’ll get to those in a minute, the little purposes it did serve), and well, it just seems it was a frivolous endeavour to embark on in the first place.
However, I did learn one or two things, and confirmed a few other things.