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Tapestry of Life

We are all woven into each other's lives. Bound up in knots and weaves, Sometimes our threads running in parallel, never meeting, Sometimes crossing seldom lingering, Sometimes severed— The loose threads of our lives Drifting in the winds of time, Often to meet again, Entangling together once more In an intricate embroidery of weaves and patterns.

Our fates are spun out Dancing from spindle to loom, In tune to the rhythm of our hearts.

We are all woven into each other's lives. No matter how small a thread, No matter how fine, We all play our part in the tapestry of life.


Yesterday, 2 billion people around the world stopped. They laid down their work, their concerns their fears. They forgot about that payrise, that business venture, that bitchy thing so-and-so said after too many tequilas. They paused for their family, their loved ones, for themselves. Because in the darkest hours of the year, these things matter most.

Now as the monotonous routine of life resumes, all our fears and frustrations will return. Our eyes so fixed upon the future will neglect what we have around us. But we can pause in our daily quest to pay the bills and ensure our children get to the best school, we can sit down besides them and be the parents they need right now. We can pause in trying to do every little thing for our aging parents and sit down instead to share a glass of wine, listening, conversing, laughing.

When was I last present? When did I put down my phone to listen to my father? Do I make time for childish things, drawing for no one but myself? Do I make time to giggle with gran over a sherry? Am I buried in work or am I living?

It’s 364 days until we pause again for Christmas. 364 days to be lived, 1440 minutes each day to be taken for granted — or cherished.

Now I’m off to have a coffee with someone.


Hello world, let’s get acquainted…

This blog has been a long time coming. That it finally sees the light of day is a combination of many factors in my life, but especially a final reckoning with my arch nemesis self-consciousness.

As the new year ushers in a fresh decade, I begin a new chapter in my life. Previously I was a student in search of identity, then a wanderer fashioning my roles as designer, adventurer, developer, lover, pilgrim, artist, carer, mentor and, hardest of all, writer. In this time, I have been shaken by depression, suffocated by anxiety, yet I have known too the ecstasy of being one with music or nature or the sheer adrenaline rush of putting words onto the page. Today these facets make up me and they are the subjects I aim to explore further here in this blog. By writing about these subjects, I hope to inspire and encourage others, and to nurture dialogues through which we may find our way in a complicated world.

That’s all folks but if you like what you see, do please buy me a coffee!