Here’s a pic of me at about 4 years old with a mullet (thanks mum). All wide-eyed and innocent, not having a single clue about anything.
Category: Childhood memories
Shipwreck Beach
Whenever I listen to that song today, I can close my eyes and feel the motion of the car, the wind in my hair and this intense swell of love.
Week 2: Children are the best role models
It was yet another rainy day and my cousin, my sister and I were having the time of our lives literally singing in the rain.
Memento Mori
We can choose to meet death like a great opponent about to begin an epic sword fight. We grow in size by our ability to live life in its absolute fullness.
Honoring the death of a loved one
Having someone you love die feels like suddenly getting yanked by the collar of your shirt and being dragged at breakneck speed through the clouds and then gently being released into the atmosphere.
Quotes of Inspiration: September
Here’s to finding more room for letting our inner child roam free!
Words of Inspiration: September
“If you know someone who has lost a very important person in their life, and you’re afraid to mention it because you think it might make the person sad by reminding them of someone who died- you’re not reminding them; they didn’t forget. What you’re reminding them of is that you remembered that the person lived. And that is a great, great gift.”
Hazy Cairo memories
This was taken sometime in the early 90’s at the Cairo Zoo in Egypt.
Keops, Kefren and My Carpet
There is a famous home video my Dad took of my sister and I and in it, he asks us what the names of the turtles are.
Towel heads
Taking it back to a much simpler time when I found extreme amounts of joy in throwing a shirt (or towel) over my head and pretending my short boy-looking hair was actually long, luscious, Rapunzel-type locks.
