How can I be sure? I need a sign. Death, the gatekeeper, stands on guard between us — mutes my cry and cordons every lament. I bang, bleed, to reach out to you. Why can’t you hear me?
I don’t understand what to do; this is all foreign to me…
Who Is Coming with Me to Italy?
A tangerine-painted Aperitivo 1919 van has enthusiasm, adventure, and creativity¹ written all over it. Feeds my daydream of touring Italy with friends—an itinerary filled with laughter, song, dance, and savouring culinary delights on repeat.
In this season of Thanksgiving, I would love to…
Protect Nature: Look But Don’t Touch Starfish
A wreath embellished with starfish, sand dollars and sea urchins adorns a stunning turquoise-blue door. I smile, hoping to see starfish in the ocean and remember reading the well-known starfish story parable years ago.
Today, I know why it’s wrong to touch or…
In the early morning of waking, the sky is alive, a vortex of swirling energy. Blue skies and the curlicue smile of white, fluffy clouds draw me in — promising peace, harmony, balance, and tranquillity.
I step out into a meditative trance. Sky and clouds prompt the uninterrupted twirl and…
The heart hijacks the brain’s endless chatter of errands and to-do lists. Being still slows the urgency of getting things done. All can wait.
As I sink into velvety sands to rest, the thought of doing nothing is liberating. …
An incoming wave transforms into an alligator’s face. Awed by this revelation, I am curious. Why has this creature washed ashore and into my life?
This past week, I had my first-ever sighting of a hummingbird visiting my canna lilies. And now, this reptilian creature appears in scaly waves.
Backstory: Beach, summer sunsets, and gazing meditations
Golden hour hues transmuted into a brilliant fireball sunset. As the sun dipped behind the horizon, its orange afterglow radiated its sustaining presence.
One by one, the day’s beachgoers left with their beach chairs, towels, and memories while I set a candle at…
Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Therefore, each moment is vital.
It affects the whole.
Life is a succession of such moments and to live each,
is to succeed.¹
Stay here, remain present — a mantra on repeat. I adjusted my mask while balancing six…
The Back Story
Flower-bombed bicycle art spills out into a pedestrian laneway. Its cargo basket overflows in a whimsical boho cascade of eye-catching seasonal pink blooms and into my heart space.
My best friend and I slow down—we stop to smell the roses, admire, and reminisce. …
The Back Story
In awe of Nature’s blue hour, a magical time when the deep blue hue appears in the sky after sunset.
The remnants of golden hour, its flattering warmer golden hues visible before sunset, disappear above the horizon.