thinking in maps of horizons.

Written as a part of the writers’ circle, meeting 4;inspired by the prompt:"now the horizon is clear, fire has swept it all away, one small bird, comes home." from the book Wild Mercy i think in scalable representations of the many dimensionsin which the world makes no sense to me.correction (active voice for my english… Continue reading thinking in maps of horizons.

state of play

Written as a part of the writers' circle, meeting 2; inspired by the prompt: "what is this playing that you do while you hide your intelligent self" from a Rumi poem | 19 April, 2021 i am still only learning to play. make believe. ghar ghar. war war. office office. future future.the future that i… Continue reading state of play

grieving meaning

been sitting with a lot of grief lately.not as much my own, but just grief in general.reading eulogy after obituary after dedicationimagining the conversations that remain incomplete in our world todaysomehow made simultaneously more trivial and more significantby the abandon of meaning in our worlds today. on some days, desperate for a sliver of sensefulness,i… Continue reading grieving meaning

Maybe what we need is more “active” vulnerability

I have been thinking a lot about trust this week. I am thinking about the group of people who bared some of their rawest parts of their hearts in an exercise we did about values and our thresholds of tolerance for being challenged. About the peers who are processing some major life events as they… Continue reading Maybe what we need is more “active” vulnerability

What I learnt about vulnerability experimenting with it: Part 2

Lessons I learnt about vulnerability from consciously choosing to be as vulnerable as I could for some time. With a little activity in the end if you feel like experimenting. Late 2015. I had spent a few months now speaking to people about love. The word "vulnerability", not surprisingly, had shown up often in my… Continue reading What I learnt about vulnerability experimenting with it: Part 2

Finding my feminine in my feminism.

This past year, I have been growing into my feminism, and being comfortable as it grows to become a much more prominent part of me. This past year, I am re-discovering what being feminine means to me. It isn't the yin to your yang, and it certainly isn't the dainty and delicate version of soft.… Continue reading Finding my feminine in my feminism.