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1h ago

I Lifted Every Pot on My Terrace

Cleaning underneath turned into a rearrangement, and a profusion of rocket

Arugula plants with long stems and small yellow flowers growing in a planter on a terrace.

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4d ago

The Argument I Have With Myself Every Festival

On the pressure to get the day right, and what happens when I stop trying

A single lit clay lamp on a dark surface, with blurred lights glowing behind it.

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6d ago

The Walk I Keep Negotiating With

A day that starts before dawn, and the small games I play to get it going

Potted plants on a terrace in early morning light.

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Nov 1

What I Do With a Low Day

Thirty years of fighting the feeling, and what I do instead

Grey clouds over a calm sea, with soft golden light breaking through low on the horizon and waves rolling onto a sandy shore.

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Oct 31

The Ruler I Borrowed

On measuring slow work against other writers’ finished pages

A small crayon drawing of leafy plants with yellow buds in a dotted border, on handmade paper and propped against a pen pot on a desk.

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Oct 28

I Thought I Was Anxious. I Was Worried

What a broken fridge and an unreliable WiFi connection taught me about the difference

View from a rooftop over a street of low houses, with green trees, a mobile tower against a hazy sky and pink bougainvillea in the corner.

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Oct 17

What I’ve Learned About Asking for Help

It’s harder than it looks. It’s also more useful than I expected.

A climbing vine with heart-shaped leaves winding up a moss-wrapped pole, with a terracotta lattice wall behind it.

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Oct 8

Knowing When to Walk Away, When to Stick

Giving with expectations attached isn’t quite giving

A sandy path dividing in two through windswept dune grass.

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Oct 5

When the Real Reader Disagrees

After you hit publish, the sentence stops being only yours

A hand reaching down to touch the surface of still water, rings spreading outward.

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Sep 28

The Expectation of Loyalty

Some loyalty is earned. Some is just assumed.

A field split cleanly between gold and green, a dirt path running along the seam.

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Silver Threads

Early riser, terrace gardener, reluctant walker. Relationships and the arguments I have with myself. Craft: wordandvalue.com · Slow living: the-quiet-life.com

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