Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
It was a fresh, blissful sunday afternoon, the streets of Berlin were quiet and peaceful; the invasive sounds of sirens had slowed down and the sun shined through the scattered clouds lighting up the faces below. Various women of all different ages and nationalities had gathered in an attempt to open up, understand and engage … Continue reading Wacky Women
To Prove A Point
Dad always says there are a lot of perks to living on a farm as big as ours. For starters, our closest neighbour is a five-hour drive. Dad hates our neighbour. He forgets the trip to the general store is about the same distance. It doesn’t have everything you need, but sometimes it does. Calling … Continue reading To Prove A Point
The living dead.
Seemingly normal with a weird tangy taste, our time together never went to waste. . Always you and me, me and you, merged into one. . A connection so strong, how could it go wrong? . Completely and utterly, Gone. . As reality hits. I'm not sure who really exists. But as time goes by, … Continue reading The living dead.
Once smote I never believed Smitten could again be possible Oh how I erred A malignant love Had given a sty to all eyes A vision so blind I saw derision Your truth as lies Never the salient aspects of life My dubious, dopiness doubts Your ferocious, fervent feelings Tremulous, nervous, benevolent heart Cursed by … Continue reading H. O’Neil
Polaris and the Traveler
Polaris Oh my dear Polaris How I seek you In the noise of the lurid lights You elude me Seldom the dawn's devious whisper Gifts me your glow You play hide and seek In the dark cotton fields The sailors wait impatiently As the tidal winds blow The meteors race around In their yearly absurd … Continue reading Polaris and the Traveler
I am currently reading the book “Women Who Run with the Wolves”, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. It's a study; a collection of myths and stories of the wild woman archetype. The fictional stories with vivid descriptions of unfolding experiences; making the book quite heavy to digest. Going through one story a week gives enough … Continue reading Vast Null
Don’t know why
Sometimes You don’t know how warm it gets inside the cage between the ribs, frantic heatwaves. Not spreading around and not escaping out no shining, but just burning. The lust, the pain you don’t know to which root these branches belong to, can’t trace down, hanging in space İ don’t know what it means to … Continue reading Don’t know why
meditation snippets no.4 – Walking.
As you go about your day, going from place to place, from work to home to a friends to a bar to the shops around the shops down the road in the door up the stairs; and eventually back home; there are so many steps you don't even realise you've taken, along with everything you've … Continue reading meditation snippets no.4 – Walking.
a mindful poetic expression of the untangling of our mental processes, and how questioning our expectations can lead to true happiness.