Why Does Relaxing Feel Like A Sin?

*Why does this photo make me laugh so much? I’m wrong for this. Is it just me or does she look like the lead in ‘Voldemort’s half-sister’ or something (ok never mind)? 😂 Ahem, guilt shouldn’t rid us of the pleasure of taking a break, relaxing shouldn’t be deemed a ‘sin’.  Nor a ‘reward’ forContinue reading Why Does Relaxing Feel Like A Sin?

Why Is Life So Hard (Sometimes)?

“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”– Confucious I think we can convince ourselves at times that the word ‘simple’ is synonymous with ‘boring’. And no-one wants a boring life, right? So what do we do, we fill our day with numerous ‘tasks’, be it in the physical sense or simplyContinue reading “Why Is Life So Hard (Sometimes)?”

Can Even Mushroom Clouds Have Silver Linings?

Can even mushroom clouds have silver linings? Can we find positives among the negatives that have arisen due to the global spread of the life-threatening virus – ‘coronavirus’?   This is not an attempt to turn my head away from  the serious consequences that the contagious virus has had on our lives, the mortality, theContinue reading “Can Even Mushroom Clouds Have Silver Linings?”

The Great Indoors

As you down your vitamin D tablets like the sun-loving junkie that you are, perhaps with the other hand you could do something  a little bit more pleasurable (not like that), during these unprecedented times we find ourselves in. Below, from the fluffy fun depths of my mind, I share with you just some ofContinue reading “The Great Indoors”

Volunteering: Help Others And You Help Yourself

They say the best way to feel better about yourself is through helping others. And in no act is this more clear than that of  voluntary work. ‘Volunteering’ can refer to a smorgasboard of activities. Whether you simply take an old dear’s chihuahua out for a walk or wash the windows for your neighbour, theContinue reading “Volunteering: Help Others And You Help Yourself”

Question Time

Although some may argue that my elevator doesn’t quite reach the top floor, I do have my sporadic occasional moments of wishful thinking I’ll have you know. And in those moments of synaptic wildfire, curiosities and peculiarities roam the plains of my mind like migrating wildlife of the African Savannah. Just some of the questionsContinue reading “Question Time”

Poem: Ocean

The ocean hugs the shoreline like a mother does her child. Waves crash against the coastline as the stars above collide. A million lightyears away, do planets exist like mine? Why does it matter anyway? For it’s Earth where I reside.    The sunlit sands so soft to touch, as Mr Sunshine beams his smile,Continue reading “Poem: Ocean”

Poem: The Moon

One small step for man, One giant leap for mankind. A man upon the moon you say? Why yes, ‘twas the year of 1969.    The moon, La Luna, How mind-boggling you are to the eye. Spherically similar to the Earth, Yet still as different as day is to night.   A guardian of light,Continue reading “Poem: The Moon”

Poem: Planet Earth

What is this planet we call home?   Crying tears of salt water, Which hugs the coastlines days later. Spouting rivers of lava, Meandering from vast volcanic craters. Motions of oceans, You see land, you feel safer. Deserted deserts. Here thirst does not waver. Hosting the coldest of climates Where chances of death become greater.Continue reading “Poem: Planet Earth”

Poems: My Self-Written Seasonals

What better way to welcome in the season of Summer than to give a recap of the ones that come before and after it through poetry: The Fall of Autumn Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on.   TheContinue reading “Poems: My Self-Written Seasonals”

Poem: Time

We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind. We never do quite catch it.   We worry that it’s not on our side. Like it’s going by too quickly. Asking ‘where does it fly’?   Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?Continue reading “Poem: Time”

Is Being Messy Actually A Good Thing?

Maybe this is just what I keep telling myself to make me feel better as I hurdle over the dirty dishes, shimmy past the week-old laundry and divebomb straight into bed after a night out with friends. Yes, my flat more times than enough looks like the scenes of an explosion, comparing it rather toContinue reading “Is Being Messy Actually A Good Thing?”