sand, sea & sunshine as medicine +++
my tiny island
11 . done
+++ I have been wondering if google is making my thinking and my internet exploration homogeneous. And if the websites I visit, the blogs I read and the people I follow on Instagram are chosen based with too much emphasis on my personal (unconscious) bias. I’ve had the same recommended links pop up in multiple […]
11 . 7
today is a bread day. i’ve got a 20% rye sourdough mother, carefully tended since coming back to new zealand after having to leave my e5 bakehouse mother in the uk. i’m also reading the sourdough book – captivating fiction that reads like memoir. i have to keep reminding myself that it isn’t real, the […]
11 . 6
sand between my toes from a beach walk before work feels like a tiny act of defiance before making my way into a corporate office filled with carpet. each time i looked down to see sand on my feet felt like another victory for my sacred wild. a celebration of the sea on the wharf […]
the weekend that was
weekend magazine exploring the forgotten and the familiar my limbs are heavier and my pace is slower than it was a year ago. but slow trumps sofa any day, and the trails don’t care dough-covered hands home life and house plants clearing out and focused in a flashlight shining on forgotten memories, brought on by […]