Have often felt like a hurried walk- Not quite jogging But definitely not strolling. One of those days of the week That I keep forgetting what day it is. Friday seems so far away. The week ahead looms long. Distracted. To do lists growing steadily. Yesterday’s dishes are still in the sink. Already feeling over-committed […]Read more "Tuesdays"
Are endless. Ubiquitous. Almost inevitable. Where we leave our heart At the door And occupy the least demanding seat In the room. No raising of hands No attempts to do better- Nothing too costly. Plenty rolling of eyes Plenty defence of the status quo Especially if it’s convenient For ourselves. For now. The chance to […]Read more "Opportunities for mediocrity"
No matter how many times I show up To write To speak To contribute There’s a disapproving figure Somewhere between my ears Sometimes quietly suggesting Other times explicitly yelling That I have no right to be here No grounds to be sharing an insight No real reason to share my thoughts. And it wouldn’t be […]Read more "The Resistance is Relentless"
Ready for a leadership position? Ready to ask her out? Ready to quit your job? Ready to start your business? Ready to get married? When do you know you’re ready? You can only read so many books Or have long conversations Or attend prayer meetings. In the end There will always be a gap left […]Read more "When do you know you’re ready?"
There’s a limit To the amount of salt You can put in food and still enjoy it. Past a certain point If you add more salt Your tongue will curl and Your stomach churn. Some things should not Be done in excess. Excess salt doesn’t make up for A meal poorly prepared And excess words […]Read more "More Salt"
Will the fountain of inspirationEver run dry?Is there a limit that God has setOn the ideas a person can have?Projects we can attempt?Is there a cap to human potential?The obvious answer is no.But we often live as thoughIt were otherwise,As though the good thing you had goingWhich was ruined by the pandemicIs the last good […]Read more "Running out of juice"
What is it aboutStruggleThat makes artAuthentic?About bleaknessThat makes a story moreVivid?Art and despairHave a strange relationship,As though certain treasuresCan only be hewnOut of the artist’sDistress.It is certainly possibleTo make things that areWonderfulIn the absence of disaster,Yet there is something aboutHeartbreakDevastationAnd depravityThat sweetens the penOf the ready writerAnd sharpens the mindOf the brooding creative.Perhaps it serves […]Read more "Born out of Struggle"
If no one reads your writingWould you have wasted your words?If no one else hears your angelic voiceWill you have squandered your talent?If you keep the best parts of your life to yourselfAre you depriving the world?Or yourself?Does the work only matterIf someone else sees it?Does life itself only countIf it is visible to others?Yes […]Read more "Working in the dark"
Posts in a row today.Fifty times facing a blank pageAnd populating itWith thoughts in the shapeOf wordsHoping that the blog postI’ve willed into existenceWill mean something toSomeone other than me.50 times dipping my feetIn the glassy lake of the writing processAnd being unsureIf this one will float,Looking over my shoulderTo see if inspirationWill join me […]Read more "50"
Because there’s so much to say.Because there is more complexity in lifeThan ink in my pen.Because these wordsWill outlive me.Because how else can I unpackThe heavy rucksack of overthinking?Because each morning has fresh beautyAnd each night has familiar heartacheAnd there is no better avenueThan the pen to make itMake sense.Why write daily?Because I do not […]Read more "Why write every day?"