Let it snow

“Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.”― Mandy Hale Flakes of beauty and castles of glass,Trees caked with pristine powderAnd the cold white blanket beneath –Testify to the great inner turmoilPlaguing the winter soul. Like royalty is the world aroundElegant in its chaos, andGracefully fierce,With stunning beauty […]

The Bus Ride Home

“… You can’t see a person more nakedly than that, when they don’t know they’re being watched, studied.”― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow When the going gets tough, I think of the bus. It was a typical day at school, quite the balanced mixture of embarrassment, awkwardness and laughs. We walk to the bus stop where the […]

if I write a book

If I write a book, it would have a thick spine and leather bound body, with lots of knots and memories caught up in its strings. Its chapters would be long and slow with accompanying water colour illustrations that simply seem to exude vision and beauty as powerfully as possible. The brush strokes would be visible so that you could imagine how the illustrations came into being and maybe try it yourself.

Is hope a fraud? | Socratic Circle {October 2021}

To me, hope is a sort of thrust, a variant of faith, a gentle flame – that encourages you to keep going even when, the possibilities of actually succeeding seems bleak. Now as far as fraudulence goes, hope can be a fraud at times but that doesn’t necessarily make it a fraud for everyone. Hope can end up, conveying visions of unrealistic success and it can all feel like a big lie, when reality comes crashing down.