What Time Is It ?

All year long, we treat time as invisibleand things as solid. The chair holds me.The wall stays put.The day passes.…

Insights From a Cold Bus Stop

I’m standing at the bus stop. It’s a cold, windy day. Every gust slices through my jacket. My teeth chatter.…

The body is a faithful, self-navigating vessel, a Bio-Mechanical Locomotive that requires no instructions from me to manage the heavy…

I see my life as a spiderweb, its threads stretching in every direction—into past events and future circumstances. Each place…

I started by watching birds outside the window. They were coming and going, hopping, pecking at seed, flying off and…

Today the breath felt like a train — a continuous ride that never stops as long as I’m alive. It…

Imagine a mirror that reflects everything in front of it — trees, faces, sunlight, clutter, beauty, fear, yesterday’s argument, tomorrow’s…

Once upon a time, there was a King of the Brick. He was mean, clever, and cared little about the…

This morning my body woke up first. It didn’t ask permission. It simply announced itself through a list of complaints: knee,…

Just as natural gas carries an added scent so that we can perceive what would otherwise be invisible, awareness too…