Dancing with the Hours
Here's to the slipperiness of seconds. To the way moments expand and contract defying our attempts to hold them still.
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The weight of creation
The imbalance of caring isn't a tragedy—it's the very point of creation itself
Falling into life
Here's to falling into things. To the wisdom of allowing ourselves to be surprised by paths we never thought to seek.
The art of waiting in line
When the line moves, move with it. Not with the hurried shuffle of obligation, but with the deliberate steps of someone with purpose. One step closer. There is a rhythm to a good line, a pulse that beats. Find it. Join it. Let your body absorb the rhythm
The art of becoming: of craft and calling
Our question should not be "What am I passionate about?" but rather "What can I become exceptional at?"
The cartography of imagination
The cartography of imagination lies not in the charting but in the courage to sail beyond the edge.
The manual of human weather
Seasons don't just change – they dissolve into each other like watercolours bleeding across wet paper.
The sound of silence
Learning to notice your heartbeat in the space between your thoughts.
Nothing has meaning beyond the meaning we give it
We are cosmic graffiti artists, spraying our declarations of importance across the indifferent walls of reality.
The shape of water
There is a profound relief in finally surrendering to your own shape, in letting your edges be edges
The man who never left
The greatest journey is the one we take in accepting that all our movements, grand or small, are just elaborate preparations for the moment we must stop moving altogether.I chose to begin with stillness
The weathervane
Each broken thing was a story interrupted, waiting for someone patient enough to hear its ending.
Life
The great "want" audit
You can't shop for authenticity at Whole Foods, and you can't download it from the App Store
Travel
Painted in glass and time
The colours of Murano told their stories most eloquently along the water. The reflections in the water below created perfect mirror images, broken only by the gentle wake of passing boats.
Travel
Into the delicious gloom
Through the leaded windows of Cotswald's cottages, I saw warm lights flicker on, one by one, like fireflies waking at dusk. The light spilt onto the rain-slicked cobblestones, creating pools of gold that mirrored the sky's own tears.
Travel
Pienza: Where time drips like honey and the cheese tell stories
The pecorino, aged in walnut leaves, smelled like the earth after rain. "Signore," he said, pressing a small wedge toward me, "questo è il sapore di Pienza." This is the taste of Pienza.
creative writing
Whispering with my ink
This is the writer's task: to make sense of the senseless, to find order in disorder, to create something eternal from the ephemeral.
Life
Wisdom was paved in the criticisms I feared
This iterative process of testing and adjusting your ideas isn’t a betrayal. It’s a process of refinement, discarding what no longer works and embracing a better version of the truth.
Rorshach test
Life is a Rorschach test
Reality is like a Rorschach test. The irony of its realism is revealed only through perception.
Life
What is your calling
Your calling is not waiting to be found. It's waiting to be recognised.A forest doesn't grow overnight. Neither does a sense of purpose. Be patient with yourself.
Life
Why Moneyball is creating the age of average
This fixation on metrics in cultural spheres is creating a world where everything is optimised but nothing is truly brilliant
Life
Effort is like Schrodinger's cat
The student burning the midnight oil, the entrepreneur weathering another setback, the artist facing a blank canvas - their efforts are simultaneously fruitful and futile until the moment of reckoning
Life
These are a few of my favourite things
In a world that often prioritises expertise, there's a refreshing authenticity in allowing ourselves to be novices.
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How to be imperfect ?
The pigeon’s dream wasn’t the windowsill but here we are, Me, lost for words and the pigeon lost in flight.