Grief
Miss you, dad
You’ve been gone, in the physical sense, for nine long years. And although I know you are here with us in other ways, hanging out, watching over us...
Read moreThe time passed, but not without some level of discomfort. And the more we watched the time, the slower it passed.
Read moreLike the Japanese art of Kintsugi, meditation is my lacquer, dusted with gold. Gently, firmly and beautifully it fills the delicate lines on the su...
Read moreI recently realised something about being human. A simple and beautiful reality. We are all vessels of joy. Each and every single one of us. Some o...
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