It’s like a blink, a moment caught on pause before it’s flooded over with conversation or movement. I love that kind of photography.
If only there was a switch to mute these critical internal voices. If only I could open the squeaky doors behind my skull and examine my brain as if it were a recording studio filled with buttons and dials. Once I’m there, I could see which one of them were dialled to the max and gently bring it down.
In just the same way an alcoholic must take life one moment at a time, those of us who always want to break a habit must do the same. Each time we do that we forge a deeper path in our brain. Until one day it will be our default.
Sydney is an extroverted city. The energy is dispersed thinly across it’s miles of white sandy beaches and outdoor patios. Cold countries and rainy cities force you to find refuge behind closed doors. The upside of this is the feeling of energy squeezed tightly together in small places. When the streets feel desolate and empty, people are gathered by the fire in lively homes or in overflowing, cheerful pubs. That kind of energy is feels thick and almost palpable.
I don’t want to blink and suddenly be 90 years old sitting in an old folks home saying to the nurses, “well time sure flies doesn’t it!” I want to say, “wow cool I’m still alive. I can even still remember each decade of my life with vibrancy and detail!” At least try my best anyway. Surely there’s a way to make time at least feel a little slower?
I saw my love life like a voyage across the seas, setting sail to explore different places and ideas. I could not possibly set up permanent base on the first place I stumbled upon. I wanted my heart to be set free and experience what else was out there.
Welcome lovely March! Tis the month of the four leaf clovers, green beer and a tipsy remembrance to good old Saint Patrick, who apparently wasn’t even Irish at all. It’s the time of year when the bitter, miserable winter finally loosens it’s grip and surrenders to spring. The sun burns with more power, melting the […]
It’s actually quite a difficult situation for the council because when a person is eaten by a crocodile, the families left behind usually want the guilty croc executed. They actually have to take the suspects and X-ray their stomachs for human remains. But the thing is when a family requests it to be shot, it’s almost always the apex predator; the highest crocodile in the food chain.
I hereby present the deliciously tasty: new outlook cake! If you are feeling frazzled, burnt out, or off balance, then drop everything and let’s start metaphorically baking!
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to rain slapping the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? You better slow down, don’t dance so fast, time is short, the music won’t last. Do you run through each day on the fly, when […]