One step.

One step.

The blinking cursor. Dread, in pixels. A white, empty page, waiting for brilliance. Or is it? SO many people have confided in me their deep wish to write a book. And when I ask them ‘what’s the problem, why haven’t you started yet?’, they tell me about how hard it is,...
Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Sadness is beautiful. It’s also sad, of course, but what a precious gift! Feeling lost, feeling lonely. Feeling a heavy ball of tears in your throat. All these shades of pain. Looking out of the window, seeing nothing but your own inside. Shoulders down, eyes closed....
Wisdom bombs.

Wisdom bombs.

And all of a sudden, I am visited by a crushing sadness. It feels like showing up on my own funeral, head down, arms hanging heavily, watching the darkness surround me, sobbing in silence while it’s raining cold drops of pain. For all of my life I’ve had these...