Life is all about balance. There is joy in this truth. There is happiness in dancing in heels on Saturday night and barefoot yoga on Sunday morning
Imagine a room that’s sole purpose was to provide a space to contemplate the endlessness of the universe.
This morning as I woke up I realised two things.
1.) It was early
2.) I was in Marrakech
Discovering Languages and Losing Time – How to be Fluent in Three Months.
Sonder: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own
The following is an excerpt from an article that I wrote for The New Betty. This morning I walked into an antiques store. Amongst oddities and curios – a barbers chair and a birdcage – I dug for buried treasure. Dappled light and brass melodies lent the scene a nostalgic…
I am going to stop placing pins in a globe and start noticing the times when I stretch my worldview. I hope that my globe expands. I want to follow a calling rather than a checklist.
How do we capture the moment without living outside of it?
We have moved back in to our little Moroccan house: the little shack on the beach. Mosaic floors, stone walls et al
In my mind, the city breeds this kind of serendipity. In Paris, I am overcome with a sense of providence – that everything is ruled by a sort of narrative balance, the story will end how it should.