Chasing Sunrises
I went looking for sunrises years ago. What I found instead was so much beauty and joy in the mayhem.
I went looking for sunrises years ago. What I found instead was so much beauty and joy in the mayhem.
I read ‘Room’ and ‘See What You Made Me Do’ to understand why men hurt women. They were triggering but they helped me find strength.
RECUPERATE – For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds
Disappointment is such a hard teacher but its lessons are so deep. We just need to navigate away from the ease of hate.
Privilege Guilt is the helplessness of having something one did not earn. But your self-flagellation doesn’t actually make heal a sick person.
What is it about our dressing that incites such violent responses in other people? Do we find it ourselves in response to other fashion rebellion?
The word ‘toxic’ has become a slur to use to attack, rather than a tool to reflect on what one needs.
I wrote this post at the start of this year, having hit 40 and mistaking midlife crisis for twenty twenty vision. What a year 2020 turned out to be.
In how many ways shall I experience grief? I watched THAPPAD and thought about all the people who have hit me. In plural
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them. See, life has become an unpredictable horizon strewn with landmines called memories. An accidental sighting and unfortunate coincidences. We’re so connected, we’re entrenched seamless and a chance encounter, becomes an obituary. Memory, that unreliable narrator…