Clay on my hands Making things Leaving the leaves and veins of my fingerprints on the surface Feels like love of a universal kind. 💕 It’s a union of earth and living being That takes me out of my worldly worries And transports me back in time All the way back To when humankind firstContinue reading “Clay on my hands”
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In praise of Japan’s most majestic cat, circa 889 A.D
In the year 889 A.D, the 23 year old Emperor of Japan writes a journal entry filled with awe and gushing praise for his beloved cat. “On the 6th Day of the 2nd Month of the First Year of the Kampo era. Taking a moment of my free time, I wish to express my joyContinue reading “In praise of Japan’s most majestic cat, circa 889 A.D”
Tales of Chefchaoen: Blue-Walled City
#Chefchaoen rises out of the dust of the unforgiving #desert like a radiant, lush oasis of #blue calm. #travel #Morocco #writing #storytelling #shortstory
I love to read 📚
What is your favorite hobby or pastime? Not that anybody need care about that. This is more of an announcement to myself. It is deeply significant to me and my favourite thing to do. Reading opens up infinitely unique and interesting worlds for me that never existed before. There are so many unique pleasures associatedContinue reading “I love to read 📚”
Walking, talking, laughing
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings? Everyone has these moments or even long periods of time when they feel derailed, set adrift from where they want to be. Lost. But there’s ways to lift yourself out of that. Walking: as a resistance to traveling fast, a remedy and rebellion fromContinue reading “Walking, talking, laughing”
The naive trap we all stumble into
I’ve fallen into that delightful and gradual fantasy yet again. You would also know this one, it’s comfy, cosy and always clings to your body like a well-worn jumper, there’s some holes from moths and some dust from yesteryear on it. Nobody would say it’s fashionable, but I cling to it as a child clingsContinue reading “The naive trap we all stumble into”
