Let’s talk about palm trees for a second, hey?
Some days are just plain “meh” days. For those days, my secret weapon is Neil Gaiman.
It smells like burnt sugar in here. An olfactory remnant of “that-time-I-tried-to-make-caramel-popcorn-and-failed-so-had-wine-instead.” You know. That moment. (Ultimately, this will have nothing to do with my rant against chairs.)
There are big wins in life, and there are little wins in life. Learn to celebrate both.
It’s Tuesday. Nothing spectacular usually happens on Tuesdays, which is probably why we kinda ignore them when we talk about days of the week.
Meditation can take all kinds of forms. Are you fully present?
There are two basic principles (really, that’s the wrong word – and I know it’s the wrong word – I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what the right word is) that continuously resonate with me: wabi-sabi and kintsugi.
How I relax on Saturdays.
He was so many things to so many people. To me? He was Dougie.
I don’t talk a lot about religion or spirituality, online or in person, because I so strongly believe that it is a personal thing. You may have no belief in a higher power at all, but believe people should inherently be good. You may think the Universe comes in shapes and sizes and colors and genders still unknown to man. You may strictly adhere to Christian-Judeo structures. You may think Neil Gaiman got it right in American Gods. All of those? Work for me.