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She holds all of me

She holds all of me

I have put my body through hell and back. I have starved her, overfed her, hurt her, shamed her, hid her, ridiculed her, rejected her. I didn’t take care of her. She expressed what raged on the inside by shapeshifting, transforming into everything between an extra small and an extra large. I saw her through […]

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They could be ghosts

They could be ghosts

I am seeing ghosts. They could be ghosts. My mind is playing tricks on me. I don’t know what would make me happier, the hazy drifting shapes around me to be from another world or for them to materialise into my fellow dharma students finding their way to the meditation halls. It’s moments before sunrise. […]

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Going on 40

Going on 40

Me: ‘It’s my birthday!’ People: Hurrah! Me: ‘I am going on 40!’ People: ‘Euhm.. well don’t worry. You don’t look 40. And you are only 38, 40 is a ways off…’ Ageing is a curious journey. When I turned twenty, there was rejoicing. A celebration of adulthood, the world is your oyster kind of thing. […]

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Stories written in ink

I am reclining on a not so comfortable chair, while being voluntarily stabbed with needles for minutes turning into hours turning into forever. Slowly black ink travels under my skin and morphs into beauty, as the paintings of my soul emerge from under the skilled hands of a master of the arts. There is no […]

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