pure, raw energy,
icy depths, flickering neon,
carry you back up.
discharge the dark,
emerge Light,
beyond boundaries
pure, raw energy,
icy depths, flickering neon,
carry you back up.
discharge the dark,
emerge Light,
beyond boundaries
Elsie is no ordinary art teacher, and doesn’t believe in doling out conventional knowledge of how to sketch, or paint, or draw. She used ink, pastels, crayons, and water and showed us how it was possible to bring our inner vision on to paper, with a stroke here and one there.
The next three hours we spent spilling whatever was inside us- and recreating a vision for ourselves. By the end of it, we were spent, and pleased.
These stories are inspired, and every author talks of the trigger that formed the basis for the narrative.Some stories are more gripping than others, and some draw fiercely upon our imaginative selves – like stories – Air 3.0 by Lawrence Houldsworth, and, Gumsum – Nag by Amit Singh
At first, the question I asked myself, can sound therapy heal? Am I not already overburdened by sounds that abound? What would expedite the healing of an open wound( many wounds in fact) ? Who isn’t wounded, and if you aren’t, I salute you; you’ve not needed wounds inflicted by life- by family, by friends, by lovers, and by any human that has entered your sphere, and to whom you have opened your heart. You are blessed, because it simply signifies that you are at a stage where you’ve learnt what there was to learn and are in a safe and sound place.
This infamous Lockdown made me KILL this Cactus. I managed to destroy and bury this overwhelming desire to regulate everything concerning my palate. I did it! And it freed me at so many levels.
No longer cautious,
rekindled camaraderie,
turns into precious blooms
while adult friendships
abandon Solitude ~
it sneaks a hasty retreat.
A short getaway to the twin provinces of Rayong and Chanthaburi in Eastern Thailand