I sometimes forget to appreciate the beauty of the body I live in but was reminded recently when I folded my ankle
Isn’t it wonderful how you can find beauty almost anywhere? It can be found within a place, a material piece or in a person.
When the air starts to turn frisky, the roads in the cities slowly become covered with thin icy layers of ice, and the Christmas decorations flood the stores, so starts the hunt for one of the main components of Christmas. We can all agree, it is the famous Christmas tree.
The Unknown Groningen By: Leda Spiranec The Unknown Groningen By: Leda Spiranec When walking around Groningen, one is always bound to encounter various lively groups…
‘Windows to the soul’, they say, but I say, a way to control the environment you live in – changing it up, depending on your mood.
A contradictio in terminis, aka a contradiction in terms, – if I’ve ever known one- in its direct senses, but as interconnected as pen and paper can be:
It’s morning. It’s that moment where I am not sure I am awake yet or if I will go back to sleep like this moment never happened. My eyes are still heavy. But there is a dim light that forces me to open my eyes...
The sun is out on my way to the weekly shop my feet walk fluently- like a beat-drop through scented petals on a walkabout
As Dave Chapelle said, ‘the beauty is in the attempt’, and often it is not only crucial what we say to each other, but also how we attempt to do it. That disregarded factor of ‘how’ is what makes or breaks the connection.
Home: a feeling of positive attachment to places/people. Being an unidentified, nameless part of a landscape. Where is the place that you call home? It is a place, or in the way you roam? What makes home for you?