This weekend came with an awakening, an awakening of spirit but also of sacrifice. The gods have offered a semblance of spring for the Northeast, which feels incredible. It should anyway, but instead, it is a carrot that I can’t quite reach. So, I’m sitting at my desk with the windows wide open. I amContinue reading “the sacrificial carrot”
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listening to my muse
I honestly cannot remember the last time I woke up this early to do anything except feed the cat.
No other country can be like Bhutan
3 October 2018 One of our guides said that “No other country can be like Bhutan,” and the more I learn about this small monarchy (on the verge of democracy) the more I find myself in agreement. We started our day super early—so early we literally had to jump the fence to gain entry toContinue reading “No other country can be like Bhutan”
Contemplating Bhutan: First Impressions
Crisp mountain breeze. The moment the air in Bhutan touches your skin, it’s as if you’ve been reborn. As if you stumbled upon a bottled elixir, untouched by impurities and accessible only when one has traveled far, far away from the Western world. In recent months I’ve been obsessed with comic book inspired programming (TheContinue reading “Contemplating Bhutan: First Impressions”
Day 4: The Writers Happiness Challenge: Enchantment Enchanting is defined as delightfully charming or attractive. Set a timer for 2-minutes. Now make a list of 1-10 things, ideas, thoughts, or feelings (or anything else) that you find enchanting. Do this from the perspective of your most innocent, wide-eyed self, as open and sincere and un-cynicalContinue reading
see the beauty where you are
Look out your window. What do you see with your heart?
butterscotch ginger
My hands are cold. I setup shop on the terrace this afternoon and have been working outside wrapped in a blanket ever since. Finn has been running around the deck, jumping in and out of the planters as if he were training for the Cat Olympics. He gave me a minor heart attack when he dashedContinue reading “butterscotch ginger”
every day is a journey
Exciting and scary, exhilarating and at times, daunting, all true.
the written words of others
in some ways i feel as if i’ve been reading Shantaram for an eternity, as if like Lin I too have been on an ardurous journey to self-enlightenment. the passages, read intermittently, take on episodic flash fiction like qualities. they become stories within chapters within stories. in the rest stops along the way I haveContinue reading “the written words of others”
Treasure your friends, any way you can.
Treasure your friends, any way you can. Hold them dear and close to your heart, new ones and old ones alike. Each one of them has come into your life for a reason, they ease a pain, bring in laughter, and (sometimes gently sometimes with force) they help you to change your perspective. A youngerContinue reading “Treasure your friends, any way you can.”
modern vintage ink 