It’s been a little over 5 years since my last post. Sooo much has happened in that time. And all the while I was asking myself: What is my Why? My ikigai?
Category: Poetry
Love, love, love, love
To write about love is humbling because, no matter how much we learn about it, aspects of love are still mysterious. Perhaps that’s why love, specifically, romantic love, is one of the most explored topics in literature, art, music and, increasingly, in the social sciences. We dissect it, try to understand it, long to find it, and yearn for it to stay alive when we do. We can’t live without it. Every love story is a snowflake.
Small Talk
Small talk isn’t my thing. If neither my conversation partner nor I want to get deep, I much rather prefer silence of any kind; companionable or otherwise. Sometimes, though, listening to others make small talk can be quite entertaining. I’ll let you decide what kind of small talk is going on here… Small Talk Wasn’t…
Faith (a contemplation)
FAITH My means have now come to an end It’s time for miracles. Those great confessions I have made Must now be proven true. Unseen things I have leaned upon Now be made manifest.
For Years to Come
National Poetry Month begins tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait. Partly because I just love poetry, and partly because March is my Dad’s birthday month, and I wanted to pay tribute to him for the amazing life he lived, and the many wonderful memories he left behind. So much of who I am can be directly…
Minda Magero 