Breathe in, breathe out and crave a quiet mind. Just focus on the breath, that's what they all say. As my tummy fills up with air, I feel my chest puff out proud. It feels pleasant and familiar. Oh yeh, I've been breathing for years, how silly of me. Am I meant to count? Maybe… Continue reading Mindful and Rhymful
Where kids grow up and people become part of furniture, behaviour is loving and brash, apologised over time. Age and story telling is king. Synthetic golden conversation, which quenches thirst is pumped up from the ground. Propped up and wiped down, the polished divide is where it all starts. Locals gather and strangers stare, how… Continue reading Pop to the pub
What if? The worst it can get. The feeling of knowing you should have acted, stuttered, whispered and shouted. What if! What if, you could be who you wanted to? Say what you wanted? Did what you wanted? Oh what bliss. Wait. What if... what if you could. Doesn't that sound dreamy, scary and daunting… Continue reading What if?
Slumped revolution, the flicker and glare of the blue light. Click, click... scroll, scroll.... tick the box. Share. Ahh the smell of instant coffee and revolution in the morning. What once was done hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, has been scrolled away and replaced with pixelated prisons. Finger protest and single fist bumps of… Continue reading Desk Activist