My parents send me spiritual messengers in the form of birds – sparrows from Mommy as encouragement and reassurance, pigeons from Daddy as reminders of
My parents send me spiritual messengers in the form of birds – sparrows from Mommy as encouragement and reassurance, pigeons from Daddy as reminders of
“The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall,And the day is dark and dreary.“ It was cold and rainy in Berlin today, and as I watched the large tree outside my window sway back and forth in the
For the past three days I have been wondering what to write to commemorate Daddy´s fourth death anniversary today. Did I want to write another
The photographs above are part of a series I shot in Laos some years back. I have often written about soul cleansing and decluttering, which,
All it takes is a whole week of sleepless nights and just like that, I wake up on a Saturday morning ready to whine about
“Awaken to the mystery of being hereand enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. Receive