When we were making our way back from the harbour side, walking through the bush, I became conscious of the fact that we were not walking on solid ground. We were walking on top of layers and layers of fallen leaves and shrubbery that had been compacted over time. With the recent rains, the compost layers were moist and spongy. …
A real life adventure: to the lighthouse (Part I)
Now on the beach facing the ocean I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh ocean breeze. I looked to East and could see Atlantis’ celebrity beach not too far away; I looked to the West and there in the distance, beyond the beach, beyond the rocks, was a lighthouse, peeping out from obstruction. The sand was moist from the …
The mystery of the sacred scroll
Today is June 17. Two months have passed. The ritual is not complete. Stop asking me what I’m doing. Stop telling me I need to do something. What is doing? Aren’t I breathing; isn’t that’s doing? I wrote these words you’re reading; isn’t that doing? Today my answer is the same as tomorrow. I am nothing. I am no one. …
I don’t believe in death, I believe in change
Dear Steele: What do you do when you wake up to see that life is meaningless and there is an inherent emptiness in what society agrees to be success? What do you do when you realize the futility of the endless pursuit of that illusionary future happiness, supposedly waiting on us out there somewhere? It seems like a reasonable thing …
You can call me Khalila
Noelle is going away for a while. Thanks for reading and posting in my prayer book. For future reference, I’d like to be called by my middle name: Khalila.