This Saturday, climate protesters gathered on the streets of London to launch Extinction Rebellion's 2020 climate strategy. Along with various other activist and faith groups, grandparents joined students, doctors and farmers for the right to peaceful protest.
Rebel for life #poem
Close my eyes Grey hell alive Roots in the sky Asking why, oh why? Open my eyes Green bells survive Wind so harsh and dry Whispering sight, oh my Stretch my legs Oh how they strive For trees in lakes high Howling tongue-tied Raise my fist Rebel for life Awake now, people stand-by Hear my... Continue Reading →
Do you feel stuck blogging and have too many passions to write about?
I started a blog to write my little heart out about all the topics I care about, but that turns about to be quiet a few. Not only have I read all the SEO guides I could find and am still none the wiser, but it seems that diversifying topics is the #1 mistake new... Continue Reading →
Editing my first short film (or how to slowly lose your will to live)
I finally shot my very first short film that I wrote and directed! A dream that I'd aspired to for years had finally come true in November 2019, and I was over the moon with the result. Pulling MIRRORS off in 4 shoot days with a crew of 10 people was one thing, keeping it... Continue Reading →
Flowering prophecy #poem
You are my prophecyYour echo resides in my chestBreathing now a prayerAbstinence my crest You are my prophecyAmid my sins you know me bestBathe me young layer by layerSing of tomorrow, put me to rest You are my prophecyA faith to call home at my bequestOf darkness only my slayerFrom skin to bone I am... Continue Reading →
I’m so terrified of being a bad mother, I’d rather not be a mum at all sometimes
I was watching a mother-daughter duo on the tube today, how carefully the mum would adjust her daughter's woollen hat, and started welling up with tears. She was clutching her little one's hand tightly even sat down, as if she was terrified of loosing her amid the rush hour madness. I sympathised, thinking "if I... Continue Reading →
The healing effects of pointless, tangible art – stop procrastinating, create your own therapy!
Hobbies should be something that allow you to lose yourself in the activity, something that brings you pure joy and has no other other purpose entirely.
How to never practise self-abandonment again
Children of dysfunctional homes often end up repeating the same relationship patterns they learned early on, first of all with themselves. This is what feels safe and known; our nervous system and brain is still stuck in fight-or-flight mode and cannot distinguish toxic patterns from healthy ones. We practise self-abandonment before others do.Did you have... Continue Reading →
Speak not of love to deny it #poem
Good and badThat's how evil thinksTalk of virtueWatch their hearts sink Fifty shades of self-denialNoses crossing over shadowsMessiahs turning in their gravesseeing their followers new clothes Speak not of love to deny itShow me no grace if ever flauntedTil death do us part, I spit on youI rather have my lonely home haunted