Hair of Fire_Nature Medicine_Sounds of waves_Until Today
Catalog Guide:
Hair of Fire
I always thought of the heat as happiness. Warmth. Like a family. Cold was the bitter iciness panging the back of your head, numbing your fingers and toes until all you wanted to do was go back inside and sip hot cocoa.That was until I moved to the blistering desert.Turns out, enough of anything and you can be numbed by that too. (I was pretty sure my skin considered a slight breeze as “cold” by now.) Sigh.I stared out the dusty window with ragged breaths, so deep in my own regrets that I didn’t hear the AC sputter out. I literally had the minimum number of clothes on I could have without bein...
Nature Medicine
“Now Malcolm, what did we say about assumptions beforehand?” “To not make assumption first but to hear things out and depends on the situation to let things play itself out.” “Very good, because in some scenarios or a sudden event, if you let its natural course take its role, itself will play it out in its own time naturally.” Ocho, ocho, ocho! “Sounds like you are a receiving a cold?” “I have been sick a little bit and I feel cold.” “Luckily for you I am making some tea.”The kettle cried out loud as if a baby child was ready to eat as the winding cold whistle outside the windows. “I will prep...
Sounds of waves
She loved the sea! She loved how powerful it was, magnificent and dangerous at the same time. There surely is something captivating about it, once you conquer its’ waves, once you go swimming, there is no turning back, cause you become a part of it, you are connected to it by thin, little, invisible threads and it can not be split, you two are simply inseparable. And it’s been that way for 14 heavenly years. It’s early in the morning, everyone’s in a deep sleep, sun is just rising with all it’s glory and grace. And then, there she is! On the coast, barefoot, hair tied in a messy bun, headphone...
Until Today
"Sibyl! It's well past time for you to be out of bed!" Mama calls outside my bedroom. "Coming, Mama," I reply as I finish the last line in my dream journal about the dream I woke up from minutes ago. Whenever I remember a dream upon waking, I write it down. When I was younger, my dreams were silly and fantastical, but lately they've been extremely realistic. Like last night's. A dignified-looking man in a top hat. Cobbled streets that looked familiar. A runaway buggy. Children playing, dogs barking, people screaming.... "Sibyl, please! There's far too much work to be done for you to be lazing ...