Rainymood
The website Rainymood is a recent addition to my arsenal of heavy duty anti-sadness firepower.
Read more "Rainymood"Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in motion
He walks with a peculiarly relaxed kind of purpose, taking the time to glance back at his dog and let out brief, regal mutterings. He puts down his book, takes off his hat, and reveals a distinct lack of any meaningful hair on his head.
”I’ve got to speak one or two words, and just try my voice I understand?”
Read more "Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, in motion"A postcard
Dear Father McAlister
Yes that’s a star fish on my head. You know, those five fingered flesh lumps you were so eager to call ‘nonsense’ and ‘propaganda’.
Read more "A postcard"Meditating with the Buddha
Outside a building, just a little apart from the rest of the temple, I spied two pairs of empty shoes. From within came a throaty singing so familiar to this place, and the harsh beat of a steel drum. My curiosity was peaked, and so, cautiously, I slipped off my own shoes and stepped inside.
Read more "Meditating with the Buddha"The buddhas chanting
I can only imagine the rest of the tourists were scared off by the grand staircase, a structure that dares you to even try and climb it. That’s the only explanation as to why the temple was so quiet.
Read more "The buddhas chanting "Beneath the Buddha
There’s something in the statues eyes, in the way they aren’t looking down at me but rather down at himself, as though thinking. It tells me this is for the now, for the me, sitting here today, not some historical remanent of when religion was a booming, all powerful business.
Read more "Beneath the Buddha"Wiggle wiggle – a poem
Wiggle wiggle
Waggle waggle
Twisting, turning, house is burning,
Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.
Read more "Wiggle wiggle – a poem"