When I was younger, I used to think I had all the answers. Now I feel like don’t even know the question – if there even is one. Very “Hitchhiker” of me. I guess I’ve always had a bit of…
Tag: Daffodil
Prototypes and Archetypes: what does it mean to have a type?
Earlier today I was having a video chat with Daffodil and out of nowhere she tells me she is looking forward to meet my “guy”. Not having one, she is referring to any future lover and telling me he must…
At a cafe in Jodhpur, India
The sun sets in a blaze of passionate orange that within minutes turns into the violent passion of purple. Me and Daffodil are in Jodhpur, India, and after one of those perfect days
Building a boat in the desert
The days are slow. Each second tics on like torture. Often as I look at the time I realise that only minutes passed, not hours or lifetimes as it feels. An empty house with nothing to fill that is growing…
Three lines to call for divine intervention
If you let it, travel invites you to interesting meetings. Meetings that teach you something about other people, about the world and, more surprisingly, about yourself. My previous search for purpose and an smidgen of inner peace was long ago…
A Song of Rain and Fire
Visiting Varanasi, the Hindu city of Death I never feared death much. Death being either the end as the complete obliteration of the senses, or the beginning in the sense of a reaching a new world, a paradise through the mercy of a divine,…