March 8, 2025
Walking several times throughout the day helps to de-junk my brain. I can work through the stuff that’s in my head, rattling around. And working through it clears out my thoughts and frees up space for life apart from work.
March 8, 2025
What is a woman? A woman can talk peace to men consumed with hatred, anger, and fear whilst comforting little children terrified by the shells, bombs, and bullets of men at war.
March 7, 2025
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March 7, 2025
It was just another day, just another plank – neither harder nor easier to lift than most, the nail heads groaning as they were left behind like tiny square-headed sentinels.
So, seeing a cylinder in red Morocco leather on the dry earth lying as simply as if this day was entirely foreseen, Yannis was unable to move, heart racing, confused by this intrusion into the normal pattern of his days.
March 6, 2025
The peacock was now an intermittent visitor to the garden at Sakoonat-e-Siddiqui, just as Sumaira’s cheerfulness had become more and more an occasional companion. She couldn’t help drawing a comparison between the bird seeking out her garden and her wellbeing seeking the outdoors.
March 5, 2025
40 days to celebrate
what the Lord has done.
40 days to celebrate
Jesus’s love for everyone.
March 4, 2025
We walk to the parapet wall, gazing at the white clouds as they form fantastic shapes and rainbow sunset stripes over the sea and the mountain range beyond.
March 2, 2025
“And the emptiness of the casket, Little Father, is the great revelation of Apostolis, the hevel of your favourite writer Ecclesiastes, that all our desires and ambitions are ‘mere breath’, and—” He paused to suck in air, “and that even our desire for wisdom is ‘chasing the wind’. Please bring Fotis more water.”
March 1, 2025
She was dragged behind you, always taking small and hesitant steps.
Her wrists were wrapped in ragged string. Broken and repaired with her own hands.
Each time the string would snap, she’d find some way to piece it back together.
She was always wrapped up in her head, it drove her crazy, she labeled herself unlovable.
February 27, 2025
Sumaira came out onto the veranda to the shrill scream of a peacock. The bird sat resplendent and angry in the garden looking at the house like a baneful beast. Sumaira was gripped in a flux of emotions as she caught her breath watching the iridescence of its plumage in the morning sun. She also felt a rush of anxiety raise the hairs on the back of her neck.
February 25, 2025
This is the Pacific, raw and authentic, with its animalic, predatory eyes and paws ready to pounce. The people here learn the lessons of evolution in the face of adversity.
February 23, 2025
When the endless labour ahead tormented him, Yannis told himself to remember cycling up long hills when instead of looking ahead to the summit, he panted with desire to reach the top and freewheel down. He looked at the kerbstones and counted mortar joints, and when he rested, he found himself surprised at how far he had climbed.