This year is ending and another one, perhaps an ominous one, is arriving shortly. Last week, I've heard so many predictions of doom for the world at large that it's made my head spin a little. I agree with some of it. As always, there will be changes. Both for better and for worse. Personally… Continue reading Death and peace
Purpose of pleasure
The bench was made of wood and by the greyish cracked texture, had been there for a time. It was placed on top of a small hill, overlooking the sea its waters shadowy from a cloudy day. A mild wind was scraping at the water surface, creating a rippling effect. As I took my seat… Continue reading Purpose of pleasure
The Ego and the Spirit
Who am I? The eons-old human question – who are we? Naturally, we are the ones that know our name, title, geography, sex, our list of positions and achievements. But aren't these just a tiny parts of us? A label, a medal, a happenstance.Who is aware of all that we are? I can be aware… Continue reading The Ego and the Spirit
We all belong
Right before bedtime, I sat down to meditate. The bed was right there, promising a nice long sleep full of pleasant dreams, but I felt restless. As if it wasn't time yet. As if I had to finish something before I slept that night. Nothing came to mind, so I sat down and took a… Continue reading We all belong
Did I win?
We set out for the race, all three of us on horseback. The finish line was twenty long units away and we were all prepared to grab that trophy. I looked down at the gleaming tack of my chestnut mare, full of power to carry me all the way. We can win this, I thought.We… Continue reading Did I win?
Weight of ideas
I have one of those over-analyser brains, so I tend to dream a lot. This time I don’t mean the night-time adventures, even if they are getting increasingly more bizarre. Imagine: last night I got dizzy spinning inside a massive white soup plate with some dream-friends. Besides people, the plate was half-filled with spaghetti dripping… Continue reading Weight of ideas
One handed
Last night I only had one hand. It was my right hand, which I kept covered with a red satin glove, glittering all over with tiny sparkling Swarovskis. It was my only hand and I had made it my artefact, my most treasured body part. Living with one hand was uncomfortable. It made me cranky… Continue reading One handed
To feel safe
Stay safe. One of the most cruel wishes ever invented for the human soul.Stay safe. Don't go there, don't do that, don't say that, don't wear that, don't touch that, don't have sex, don't eat that. Don't live. Just don't. Stay safe.Safe from what?From change! From the unpleasant possibilities! The inconveniences of illness, heartbreak, misunderstanding,… Continue reading To feel safe
Embracing death
‘We are gathered here today to mark the passing of Helen. She was born in May, year this-and-that to a young couple barely knowing what they were in for. Helen was a strong and a wilful child and her early experiences… ’ As I laid there in my imaginary casket, listening to the eulogy of… Continue reading Embracing death
It’s a string
I'm enjoying myself immensely in this dream. With a merry-band-of-misfits we laugh and joke and adventure until nature calls, and I need to excuse myself from the sweet band of companions I can no longer recall.I walk down a long corridor to find the nearest bathroom. It's clean and bright with three stalls. I pick… Continue reading It’s a string
Well of Peace 