Yesterday was a low point. I realised I didn’t want to do anything. Not even if it was delivered on a silver platter by Michael Bublé. Even a shower seemed overwhelming. Though I did get that done eventually. As I was drifting around the apartment around midnight, taking photos of…
Recently I read a blog that retold an old Zen story. The story goes that an old farmer had a series of incidents in his…
I’m not a water person. I’ve tried wading into the sea many times— just in case I’d changed my mind since the last time. I’m…
There are many things in the world, which I do not understand. And the older I get, the more I realise there are more things…
In Australian vernacular, this is called a ‘bog roll’. The photo below is Boggy Hole. No relationship, except that one must occasionally use a bog roll…