musings of a twenty-something bilingual
Last night I took a long bath, sans phone but avec pen and paper. I’d felt the need to journal since my head continues to be in bit of a spin. I thought the quiet moment and water would help me process my thoughts. I also took the latest copy of Flow magazine with me,… Continue reading an open journal on bothersome stagnation and the permanence of grief
Hello, hello. Sitting down again with a quarter-written post on paper, my one coffee of the day and BBC Radio 4's Woman Hour playing in the background. The neighbour's cat has perched himself on the patio soaking up the sun, and I just thought, if I can spill these thoughts on paper, why don't I… Continue reading from paper to typed-up thoughts
I'm going to start this one off by prefacing that you're going to need to keep reading for depth. I do hope that you find strength in yourself today, whatever it is that you're facing. This is one of the half-written, handwritten posts I had to type up. Stick with me x "Doesn't match the… Continue reading choosing love, shedding skin & accepting change
I’ve two or three posts handwritten waiting for me to ‘find the time’ to type them up. There’s this endless feeling of not having time at the moment. It’s frustrating really because when I carve an ounce of time out for myself to do something I need to do, something happens. I know that’s a… Continue reading little excerpt on a sunny first day of spring
I sit at the wonky table with the view of the bowling green. The sun catching the water on the canopy and catching the rainwater on the grass. It’s not the same without the people I’ve lost but keeping going is the only way forward. There’ll be healing, it’ll come. Maybe this is what it… Continue reading wednesday woes, sunshine in the rain and pink carnations
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