How to live a meaningful life, according to Frankl


I spent most of the time reading Victor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning in my garden, as the weak winter sun warmed my bones and pink bougainvillea petals emerged slowly, rushed by no one. Despite barely mentioning the atrocities of the concentration camp, every couple of pages I would still need to look up at the clear blue sky and tell myself there was still so much goodness in this world. CONTINUE READING...

The green dress


“Her evening dresses hung in the cupboard.  Clarissa, plunging her hand into the softness, gently detached the green dress and carried it to the window.  She had torn it.  Someone had trod on the skirt.  She had felt it give at the Embassy party at the top among the folds.  By artificial light the green shone, but lost its colour now in the sun.  She would mend it.  Her maids had too much to do.  She would wear it to-night.  She would take her silks, her scissors, her–what was it? — her thimble, of course, down into the drawing-room, for she must also write, and see that things generally were more or less in order.”

Mrs Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

I am not one to wear very bright colours. Usually, an all-black ensemble or muted tones like grey, cream or blush pink are my go to colours as I feel like they are less attention seeking, so I can get away with sitting on a bench somewhere, quite unnoticed, and find inspiration on the faces of the strangers passing me by. CONTINUE READING...

How To Live A Better Life, According To Ray Bradbury


I first met Ray Bradbury around two years ago, before Madeliene Rose, when I was lost and not in a good way. I learned very quickly that once you meet Bradbury, in his stories or through interviews, it is very hard to forget anything he says. CONTINUE READING...