The Scholarly Years
You know how your train of thought is the fastest mode of transportation there is, with stops throughout time, space, geography and chronology all packed into a rollercoaster 5-second trip? Except...
View ArticleThese Photographs
If you’re anything like me, you’ll have cupboards, boxes and bookshelves full of photo albums, forever immortalising the journey from youth to adulthood in a haphazard mishmash of a life chronicled....
View ArticleShelving the Past
Recently, I had the pleasure of going for dinner with one of the most insightful people I know. We only see each other once every few months – he’s often travelling, touring, or teaching yoga day and...
View ArticleSurfing on a Wave of Nostalgia for an Age Yet to Come
One of the biggest things I’m thankful for in this day and age is technology. While babysitting for a friend a couple of weeks ago, we were chatting as his wife was getting ready about how strange it...
View ArticleA Heavy Post on my Spiritual Belief System
There have been a number of occasions where I’ve felt a little hesitant to post things on my blog, but I usually go ahead and do it anyway. Most of you know that sometimes have a tendency to become...
View ArticleThe Stranglehold of Memory
Be kind to me My robot heart is fragile too Keep it well, keep it true My robot heart – Hawksley Workman There’s something that’s been bothering me a lot lately, and it comes in the form of...
View ArticleThe Butterfly Effect
“Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.” – Terry Pratchett Contrary to popular belief, I’m twenty-six years old. (I’m really hoping for some sort of prize if I...
View ArticleFor last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words...
The evolution of New Year’s Eve is an interesting one, isn’t it? I remember as a kid going over to one of the neighbours’ houses and spending it crammed in a bedroom with my younger brother and the...
View ArticleThe bad news: Nothing lasts forever. The good news: Nothing lasts forever.
This week, other than band practice, a tattoo appointment and a Friendsgiving potluck at the end of the week, I have nothing. It’s strange, yet not, how my introversion kicks in sometimes – I’m told...
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