vipassana, aka voluntary meditation prison, or liberation
there is a crack in everything
Category: musings/personal essays
homething
And the blog stops, again, in a blur of fun and happiness - I am someone who writes when the mood turns a little bittersweet. Otherwise, I am too busy laughing and dancing, and probably screaming, to scurry thoughts away on the page. I write my best when feeling only a tempered joy. Obviously I… Continue reading homething
a year in review
Thank you, sweet retrospection, for allowing me to weave together a narrative so easily from what felt like a swirling unknown. This account is on the one hand, a navel-gazing reflection on my last year, and on the other, a swan dive into my learnings on consciousness, healing, and some Vedic philosophy. This is how… Continue reading a year in review
roots
One afternoon I went into Paperback Books—a place that gives me hope in the continued existence of independent book nooks—wanting to find something to read for a trip, and caught myself in the act of gravitating repeatedly to male authors. While it's not news that a disproportionate amount of study and thought and credit has… Continue reading roots
in any orange sort of mood i’d rather have the blues
Feeling compelled to share my thoughts because I am a thoughts and writing hoarder, and as in most cases of hoarding, it's better to set things free. So for my mama, for my faraway friends, for my secretly shy self: I re-dedicate to my blog and sharing my writing adventures. I got back to Melbourne… Continue reading in any orange sort of mood i’d rather have the blues
