I Find Comfort In

The sound of rain on the roof as I drift off to sleep My dressing gown Lots of house plants Seeing windows full of light A warm kitchen Snoring dogs A bunch of opened letters received from friends Watching Community (my comfort blanket TV show) Piles of half-read books stacked next to my bed Stomping

Breath

Breath.Breathe.Breathing.2020. A year to focus on breath(ing).In and outIn and outIn and out.I cannot breathe. A refrain for this year.Australian wildfires.Respiratory disease.Systemic racism.Each dilemma pointing out the wounds inour globalised body.Be it climate change.Healthcare inequality.Racial injustice.Every wound runs deep.Every breath runs shallow.

Bewilderment

Bewilder.Be wilder.Be wild.Be full of the wild.—What does it mean to be full of wilder?A mishmash ofnegative and positiveadrenaline and anticipation.Profoundly exhilaratingyetprofoundly debilitating.—Looking round with eyes wide,an uncontained sense ofsurprise,shock,suspense.Unearthing some juicy gossip,swallowing a spicy chilli,submerging in icy water.—Timeslowsdown.It could be overwithin secondsbut linger there forhours,days,years.—Sweating of palms,skipping of heart,lurching of gut.Embodied and disembodiedsimultaneously.Being full

Things I Like (Unashamedly)

Eating lime pickle out the jar Heist films Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Breakaway’ album Piles of half-read books next to my bed Once a week hair-washing Tunnels Naming TV presenters Sriracha and tahini together Curating my Instagram stories into highlights Poetry (reading it even when I don’t ‘get’ it) Receiving letters (hint hint world) Rewatching ‘Friends’ Cookies

2019: 12 Months in 12 Words

January – PreparationFebruary – JauntMarch – EndlessnessApril – FreshnessMay – SidestepJune – StrainJuly – ProgressAugust – ChaosSeptember – DragOctober – FragilityNovember – RefreshmentDecember – Illumination

ruption

(cor) ruption of thoughts(dis) ruption of ideas(e) ruption of actions

The Call to Stay Rooted

I’ve been wondering about writing something like this for a little while. I feel like there’s a growing amount of content being pushed out there into the world about living life as a twenty-something. So, I’m throwing my hat into the ring. I’m not sure if my words really add much depth or breadth to

Togetherness

Last week saw the 2019 world athletic championships play out in Doha. Over the course of the championships, there were some issues that drew attention away from the sport. The most notable one for me was the lack of attendance and the empty stadium. As the world watched on, there were empty seats and a

Lingering Light

autumn light lingers aroundwaiting, just waiting.sifting gently through the airfinding a landing. catches bravely at shadowsilluminating.it lifts off minute detailsembellishing them.its essence simply comes fromcomparisonof what its counterpoint canor cannot achieve.

Beginnings

Imagine a piece of paper full of lots of words, torn up into lots of little pieces. That’s what I imagine this to be. Just scraps of thoughts. Shreds from a life full of dissonance and lots of other ‘nances’.It’s as if these are little brainwaves being caught by a large (inter)net. This is a