I’ve been receiving some of life’s lessons in rather humorous ways lately, little anecdotes that land like pearls of wisdom, impossible to ignore. This one still makes me laugh. There’s a park near my apartment, one of the only green spaces I can run in. If I string two parks together, I can stretch my…
Anxious/Avoidant Dance
My life has certainly been far from boring. And yet, somehow, I have got to a place where I would love nothing more than structure, stability, and a permanent cupboard to put my clothing in. And yet, once again, I have packed everything up into the same suitcases, stood at passport control, withstood the uncomfortable…
Reclaiming my voice.
I am writing this to reclaim my voice. For a long time, it was silenced. Slowly, subtly, in ways that are hard to explain unless you have lived them. I was made to feel like the “crazy ex,” like my emotions were the problem, like my needs were too much. And yet, when I look…
The Butterfly’s Magic
The Butterfly’s Magic | Emil & Helia – A Story About Love and Freedom
Colour, Fabrics and Flavours: Rediscovering Joy in Singapore
So much colour and vibrancy today. My creative heart was honestly jumping for joy. After spending so much time exploring alone, it felt really special to share the adventure with someone. There’s something about good company that softens the edges of a city and makes everything feel a little more alive. Gardens on the Bay…
The lost parts of me.
As I flew away from Rome, something inside me broke. The further I travelled from Europe, the further I drifted from you. They keep telling me our love was an illusion, but if it was, why does my heart still ache like this? Why does every path I try to forge lead me back to…
Kintsugi Man
One day,you will be asked to facethe hearts you brokewithout looking backthe ones you were too afraid to feel. You will sit,in the quiet of your own undoing,and the silencewill ask you to accountfor all the ways you ran. Your storyis stitched with threads of blamecutting when “love” no longer served you,discarding the mirrorsthat showed…
The pain of a heart unseen.
The flicker of hope as I sit watching “online”, Waiting for the “typing” that never comes, Waiting for the anger that never subsides, Hoping that the journey into the pain, The openness to healing might begin. Nothing but silence. Nothing but anger, Nothing but blame. The bitter taste of my own words swirling in my…
Wearing In New Shoes
I had a moment of quiet insight as I closed my laptop on Friday, wrapping up a long work week in a place that feels a world away from everything I love. My first week of living in Singapore. There’s lightning nearly every day here. I can’t really get outside. My apartment is sealed in…
Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.
They keep saying that the only way out is through. How many people, I wonder can really say that they sat with their pain and faced it. They call it “The Hero’s Journey,” and indeed, I can understand why. For the last 8 weeks, my heart has been breaking. I have always known that a…
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