Good days and bad days Another mantra I collect mantras Likes some people Collect shells From their beach walks Today was a bad day I change my mantra to: Bring out the Naz mojo Don’t hide it, if it’s gone hiding Find it. It’s a strange disease Stranger still are the side effects from the meds no filter and ...
It was the party to end all years— WE thought the world would come crashing down (so we were led to believe) Colombo, Phuket, Shanghai, New York- name your place. Fireworks was kept alight by Dominic: Catherine Wheels, Rockets, Golden Showers, Roman Candles, Dynamites; The skies glowing; the beauty and debris falling to earth—psychedelic! I chewed on a piece ...
mountains high 6000 meters rise above cycling is tough for a wild rose. Dom’s hands fascinate the way he turns his lens on his camera i am mesmerised. look here, he says. i look straight into the lens, still, his hands distract. his fingers, strong and well proportioned. his nails groomed. His hands can perform a variety of tasks ...
Go deep, deeper. As deep as you’ve ever imagine The rawness from you bursting forth a ripe open mangosteen purple juice staining your lips, darkening your tongue Truth lies inside. Lies does too, lies stays for long anxiety confronts shadow side — welcomed and accepted—and it’s only then Truth comes out to play because truth is life It’s Bach ...
I really get you, yes–as you do me. Present tense. I know books don’t solve anything, but one is coming my way that will be coming your way in the next month. I can’t imagine the undulating fear that must move through, the lack of recognition in becoming someone with a condition that affects the vehicle through which you’ve ...
Gwen and Shantikumar Philips (Mama and Papa) From a decade that all seemed possible. I am from a time of freedom. The 1970’s where much was conceivable I lived in Colombo, Ceylon Ate mangoes on the verandah Threw the seeds onto the lawn. Waiting for the trees to sprout (the magician’s popular party trick) I am from dusty roads, ...
is the first day of the rest of my life and I live this mantra as I am fed up of focussing on the condition: I release all nervous energy in me and harness it to create a positive mindset. So be it and so it is. who cares if i can’t move for one hour, two, three hours? ...
Mornings at the annex the light comes in just so Creates a picture of shadows Of the tree outside, its branches Whisper at the window The cat creeps past On the ledge, paws on the books “how to look after my cat in thirty days flat” leaves its mark on it while hissing at the dog who has come around ...
i love this picture. it’s probably the healthiest i have ever looked. taken in 2005 at the cafe–at night. we closed quite soon thereafter, but thinking of opening it at night again.
We walk around the Kesbewa lake The walk brings out the stories In us. Two friends sharing anecdotes and a disorder. The reason why we are here: The Disorder. My limbs are flying The urge to express is drowned By the bus that booms fast it’s horn Hounding us The lake is next to the retreat. It’s peaceful. The walk at night takes us to another place. 26 years of friendship ...
Hope is sometimes all we got It’s important to hold onto- So we don’t lose the Plot The events unravel slowly It’s quite a story (hopefully with a happy ending). 4.4.2015 Naz walks gracefully. Be an Observer Don’t be an emotional beggar Mission in life: Inner Peace Ditty no 2 Neurological disasters are not there is always a lemon ...
You are born and, Champagne is drunk in my room. The only boy after a spate of girls— the 4th child in a flock of five Seb you are much more than gender identity. You are one of the most valuable people I have met And, not because you are our son. In spite of it. There is a ...
The party was small, intimate, full of smoke. Drinking whiskey and sodas The snow outside, gently twirling dancing The flurries running amok under the street light Inside, we were playing cards– Euchre. Or 304. I was all set to trump the 9 of hearts with the Jack of hearts Smug in the knowing that I was about to win the ...
Go deep, deeper. As deep as you’ve ever imagined. The rawness from you bursting forth comparable to a ripe open mangosteen purple juice staining your lips, darkening your tongue Truth lies there. Lies does too, but lies does not stay for long. Truth has the where with all to come out and play Sometimes it’s so painful you can’ t ...
We walk around the Kesbewa lake The walk brings out the stories In us. Two friends sharing anecdotes and a disorder. The reason why we are here: The Disorder. Parkinsons. There I said it. My limbs are flying The urge to express is drowned By the bus that booms fast it’s horn Hounding us The lake is next to the retreat. It’s peaceful. The walk at night takes us to another ...
Pat and Olivia two angels in an oasis of calm my uncomfortableness is disconcerting i sit in my wheelchair and ponder my quandary i sit with it and know deep down it’s about self love LOVE- open your heart chakra remember moments of pure bliss that’s self love the feeling that one is connected to everything You are surrounded ...
Sessions with Melanie consist of walks and talks and Serious physiotherapy Put one foot in front of another Take long strides Now run, walk, run Can we beat this we can, when joy abounds! When distress creeps in Because the body freezes Melanie is there To pull one up From impending despair Box. mind your head The upper cut, ...
living in this or any society for that matter is rife with hypocrisy we do much for communities: youth, female, ethnic victims that are marginalised in some way. but when it comes to helping each other— that becomes difficult. we are so smug in the way we do charity. But let’s not forget: Charity begins at home.
