Category: Living on Purpose

Creature

  I am a creature of freedom— a creature of freedom. Freedom is tricky. Some days like— mind beats, judgement calls, unsound spectacles unsheathing my soul in sub rosa places only I can see (but boy do I feel). Some days, more like— crawling away hand over hand grubby knees scoot across dust. All the esoteric giggles become covert, stealthy, tainted by criminality.

Deep Black Silk

  I doze with the lights on, curled up on marble tile next to my hanging laundry. I see my world for what it is— too tired to be so normal. Wafts of lavender greet me gaily and I air myself out on the tile floor. With my ear, like this,

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Spirals in the Sand

I am becoming less and less attached to the young female finds herself genre; the rows and rows of book covers featuring strong tanned white females gazing into the sunsets with sloppy grins, mangy hair, and fluorescent teeth. The promise of “life-changing”, “truly inspirational”, “will make you want to pack a bag and go save the orphans”. But when I picked up Ffyona Campbell’s … Read More Spirals in the Sand

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Cheer Setting

Tim Ferriss attributes much of his success to the practice of “fear setting“: he takes a sheet of paper, divides it into three columns and labels them “Define”, “Prevent,” and “Repair.” Under the first column, write 10-20 things that could go wrong if you answer your question in the affirmative. Under the second column, answer: “what could I do to prevent each of these … Read More Cheer Setting

Sunlight Spotlight

  Seagulls sound like happy goats and naked babies tickle toes in the water; the first day of spring in the bones is a good day indeed for a picnic with my bare knees. The duck, with feathers slicked from quick dips looks smooth and skilled like a snake, in the water. I perch on my rock ledge wearing my wild hair listening to … Read More Sunlight Spotlight

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Routine vs. Ritual

I abhor routine. Routine makes me feel like I’m adding more and more iron reinforcement to my own cage. That I stick myself in these patterns and they hold me accountable. They take over; I must do this and then this and then this exactly this way, it’s expected of me. It’s what I’ve got to do. I find that this routine-loathing is quite … Read More Routine vs. Ritual

Weathertight

How peculiar to be so water proof. Like eating a sandwich with only the hands; so much easier than knife and fork, than rain coat umbrella- I’ll just get messy use the restroom hand dryer. These rules we make for not ourselves. Actually I don’t recall making the rules at all.

Evanescent Holiness

  I’m riding light etched far above my shadows casting brilliant stark on a smooth grass plain the sun is strong the sun is holy holiness is all around me. I taste it— touch it, brush it, holiness snuggles against me tucks my hair behind one ear.

For Now

  It’s a bottle of wine and a glass of stars— and my heart beat beats like you wouldn’t believe. The wind, she rustles my tresses but solicits no favors; she gathers me up and dip dives down in the valleys of tree tops and tumbled down ran-shacks the very kind I can empathize with.

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It’s Not Travel that Will Change Us

The world fills steadily with travel blogs, and my blood pressure—I find—rises alongside. I don’t invest time in browsing through “Top 10 Kiwi Destinations” or “Best Ways to Make Friends in Hostels” or “250 Ways That Travel Changes You”; partly because, being a snob, I don’t tend to like the things that the social people like. Partly because I often disagree with the principles … Read More It’s Not Travel that Will Change Us

Timing

  Soon the cold water will feel warm. Soon I’ll feel it was always warm. My quest is to foretell the future but to stay insane— very much insane. Momentous inertia reaches fragile ears and I’m finding : I regret nothing.

Magnitude

  I rest with the little waves. My feet are sore and feeling heavy a happy heavy, an earned heavy, these waves have traveled a lifetime. We surge together, side by side blood flushes with the swelling tide then down, back down, down for both our sakes’. We ebb and flow and contemplate magnitude, hand in hand, soul in soul with softened gazes a … Read More Magnitude