Friday, 30 January 2015

A Poem For Today | 9

Women of Colour

Our backs
tell stories
no books have 
the spine to

- Rupi Kaur

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Links Love #14

// Paris, in black and white.

// Watch movies and smoke cigars at this Elementary School.

// Match boxes with classic book covers.

// The minimalist map.

// Max's many window seats.

// Limited edition leather brogues with space for your whiskey!

Sunday, 25 January 2015

This Week #17 | The Weight Of Love

Okay, so I may have used a Black Key's song as the title for this post. But hey, it feels right.

If you'd asked me at the beginning of the week what I am sure of, my reply would have been meek and fickle. Filled with little certainty and an abundance of disdain.

I've been questioning a lot of what surrounds me and it's done little but place seeds of doubt in my mind. And we all know doubt is a seed that doesn't need much attention to grow.

I'd been thinking I was around the wrong people, doing the wrong thing, seeing the wrong view.
My place was something I couldn't see.
I felt heavy with the weight of love. My headspace had been sacrificed to what I knew and what I assumed to be balanced.

It wasn't until later in the week, after seeing a few old, but familiar, faces I realised that where I am, the people that surround me, what I'm doing is balanced and right for me.


A weed tried to grow next to my tree of doubt this week, it tried to change my mind, it was working against me and working with the tree.

But the two can't live peacefully. They can't survive. The garden will rot and eventually burn out.

So I decided to cut them both. The branches, the trunk, the roots.
New ground has been laid. It's vibrant and ready to home greater ideas, feelings, muses.

It's right because I can't be everything to everyone, I can't be everywhere, see everything in one go.

It's right because when the weight of love becomes to much, you have to cut a few branches, plant some stronger seeds.
When the weight of love becomes heavy, you must let go.

Monday, 19 January 2015

An Early Epiphany

You love too much, too deeply. And that's why it hurts.
It hurts because you're gentle and accept the burn.
The burn will hurt for a long time. It will seep through your skin and make you bitter. But this will fade and one day, the reward will be as clear as the skies you photograph.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

A Poem For Today | 8

In Former Days

In former days we'd both agree
that you were me, and I was you.
What has happened to us two,
that you are you, and I am me?

- Bhartá¹›hari

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Links Love #13

// A beautiful Mediterranean style library.

// One of my favourites - Italy in five days: one, two, three, four, five.

// To visit: Ett Hem Hotel in Stockholm.

// "Where Is My Mind"

// The world's greatest leaders as hipsters.

// My favourite blog for tattoo inspiration.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

This Week #16 | This Moment

I have few words left flowing through me now.

It's late. I'm tired. My bed is warm and tomorrow is looming.

I can't be sure of many things in this life. The good comes and go, as does the bad. This comforts me.

But I know that in this quiet moment, as I sit with damp hair and a mug of tea beside me, I know, I am sure of right now. Of this moment.
And life will iron out adequately; I will grow and life will develop.

I know I will wake up tomorrow feeling less tired and more full than I do in this moment. I know that my hair will dry and tea will be quietly enjoyed.

And I know that these words and this protected moment are the few things that make it all a bearable.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Dear January...

Listen up, I'm the boss now. No messing around.
And I won't lie, you scare me. No two ways about it. I'm filled with the intoxication that this is the start of another whirlwind year.
I will no longer allow the chill of you to captivate and shake me. I'm standing strong this time. Preparing for battle. Ready to fight.

I ask that you bring fresh light, air and ideas. The motivation to get involved and keep things rolling.

Be mindful, January. You set the precedent for 2015 and if you let me down, I'll make sure you hear about it.