The thing about attraction is that it feels exactly the same as fear. The two are interpreted interchangeably, for better or for worse. They trigger the same racing heart, shortness of breath, the very same nervous energy. They draw similar patterns on your brain. Is it entirely possible then that your mind and body is screaming… More Fear and Attraction
she’s had that seed all along, you know. cupped between her hands, day after day, year after year. not a hinderance. precious cargo. i caught a glimpse of it, once or twice. it glowed. a white-hot ember! it warmed her face when she peered down at it. it warmed my face from afar.… More Hands Full
there will come a time when your glass house will shatter around you. you will stand at the entrance like you always do. with the front door open, looking out. the cracks will creep up the walls. ever so slowly. tiny hairline fractures at first. a warning. they will grow. then one day it will… More Your Glass House
Today I had a pap smear…… is probably not the way anyone should ever start a blog post. But stuff your rules. So, today I had a pap smear, and halfway through the doctor paused, peered up at me and proclaimed, “You have a *lovely* cervix!” To which I replied, “Thank you!” Completely chuffed. I had… More Lovely.
I can not think of a circumstance in which music is not the answer. It certainly is right now. Saying goodbye to a loved one is just never easy. Even if he was 86. Older brother, restless soul, lie down Lie for a while with your ear against the earth It’s not easy. Even if… More Grandfather, weary soul, you’ll fly
Below is an extract from “The Fine Art of Baloney detection” by Carl Sagan. It is somehow both comforting and deeply disturbing. I don’t believe in life after death, but for some reason I can’t let this go. It’s just a matter of time right? Haldane imagined a far future when the stars have darkened and space is mainly… More What if…
At 5:26am on a Saturday morning I am in the backseat of a cab on the way to work. The taxi rattles down Parramatta road, BBC World News on the radio. My head is heavy. My eyelids are heavy. I open the window in an attempt to speed up the groggy transition from sleep to consciousness. Cold… More crash