Published in Woodworkers of the World Unite!!!·Mar 14Member-onlyEverything Isn’t About Pink DoorsBut when you knock at yours, don’t forget to honor it — I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.— Sylvia Plath The world is full of pink doors and just as many choices. Sadly, most of us did not grow up with the idea of scooping endless colorful creations. …Life4 min readLife4 min read
Published in Heart Revolution·Mar 12Member-onlyWomen Hold Up Half The SkyBut many have much more to shoulder — Women are Nepal’s backbone, we often hear. But while they hold up half the sky for others, there’s not much happening for them in return. Instead, many women are forced to lead an existence that often hides a cruel tragedy. With much more to shoulder than just half the sky. Karmila is one of these bold souls …Women5 min readWomen5 min read
Published in Middle-Pause·Mar 6Member-onlyParadise Isn’t A PlaceIt’s a feeling that anchors heart and soul — Six years ago today, I met Bryan. A good-looking leather-dressed coincidence on a ferry crossing between New Zealand’s stunning islands. An unforeseen moment where two lost souls assembled at the railing and silently agreed to create a paradise. Six years is a long time. So much has happened that shaped…Dreams And Visions4 min readDreams And Visions4 min read
Published in Woodworkers of the World Unite!!!·Mar 3Member-onlyWelcome To My LifeIts secret is enjoying the passage of time — Yesterday a new journal landed on my doorstep. As I was about to wheel out of the courtyard for a little morning spin on a day, I call a New Zealand pearler. I am thrilled. Because starting a new journal is a new dawn. While the predecessor served its term…Life2 min readLife2 min read
Published in Nowisms·Mar 1Member-onlyThumbs UpDon’t forget to raise them for yourself — Raising your thumbs for yourself may seem selfish. But after mine have gone numb from squeezing them for the happiness of others, it’s now my turn. And I'll tell you why. I am almost broke. My life took an incredible turn about six years ago. After recovering from a burnout…Dreams And Visions2 min readDreams And Visions2 min read
Published in Heart Revolution·Feb 27Member-onlyThe Heroic Story of A Girl On A BikeRising above abuse, drugs, and prostitution — Each time a woman stands up for herself without knowing it, possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women — Maya Angelou The following story, which deserves a safe space in our hearts, was entrusted to me. …Women10 min readWomen10 min read
Published in Heart Revolution·Feb 22Member-onlyEveryone Smiles In The Same LanguageBut only a few genuinely melt our hearts — Don’t know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do ― Elizabeth Wein Everyone smiles in the same language, they say. While only a few genuinely melt our hearts. …Poverty4 min readPoverty4 min read
Published in Globetrotters·Feb 14Member-onlyBetween Bliss and AdrenalineMotorcycling in Tanzania isn’t everybody’s cup of tea — Tanzania is the place to be if you’re after a motorbike trip that offers a great mix of bliss and adrenaline. It’s a country of insane beauty and an incredible variety of almost everything. Home to dozens of distinct ethnic groups, tremendous wilderness, and a topography that is no less…Tanzania4 min readTanzania4 min read
Published in A Cornered Gurl·Feb 10Member-onlyThe Wave in My HeadA sensation filled with love and gratitude — Roaring and mighty, she rushes in. Like a furious dance of many angry beasts. Yet on her crest, as if for adornment, a continuous row of joyfully jigging whitecaps. Claims her ground with nothing to rise next to her. Asserts sovereignty, even if only for an agonizing instant. …Nonfiction2 min readNonfiction2 min read
Published in Woodworkers of the World Unite!!!·Jan 30Member-onlyThe Absent AuntMore than a hole in my heart — I could barely put the book “The Absent Wife” down. Felt drawn into the world of a complete stranger, which I ironically began to grasp at a much more intimate level with each page I turned. Aunt Doris disappeared when I was three years old. No one has ever seen…Loss3 min readLoss3 min read