It’s 6.30 in the morning and I’ve been up an hour already doing all the ‘zen’ things. I’ve journalled over a cup of herbal tea and meditated in silence. I’ve just made my first cup of velvety black coffee and I’m now outside in the beautiful garden, surrounded by birdsong and a strong, misty breeze. […]
I thought I’d write blog-posts more often. But then, I thought I’d do a lot of things. I mean, simply put, I thought I’d paint the bathroom (whose walls have been mostly rough, ugly plaster since we tore down the wallpaper two years ago). I definitely thought I’d have figured out how to stop eating […]
In an era where so many of us consume far far more than we create… here’s me creating at last. My writing is like my mind and my life is a mirror reflection of that; I’m obsessed with a million different things, from trying to master a pull up to speaking fluent French; Vipassana meditation […]
Today was interesting: I started my morning with a scone and a large strong coffee before work and on arriving to the restaurant, felt slightly out of sorts; agitated, anxious, jittery, uneasy. It was subtle, if anyone were to see me or talk to me, I would have been just fine, but it didn’t feel […]
Coffee and Scribbles 