When I talk to people, I hold my breath. Someone pointed this out to me once, while I was talking to him, holding my breath. It’s a matter of nervousness, I guess. Rather than forgetfulness. Air must still reach my lungs in some way, but goodness knows how. In these moments, when I’m trying to… Read More Lion’s Head, it’s More Than a Mountain
Isn’t it baffling that we need books entitled, How to be Alone, or, How to be Silent, or, simply, Quiet? What’s next? A Dummy’s Guide to Breathing? The Idiot’s Guide to Locking a Door? How to Blink? I get it, though. People are loud. Life is loud. I see it as I move between worlds, between cities and… Read More Quiet, Please. I’m Listening to the Mountains.
“They were called ‘minimalists,’ and they thought that the best route to happiness was not by getting more, but by having less.” ― James Wallman, Stuffocation It started with a book (Stuffocation: Living More with Less, by James Wallman), but in truth it began a long time ago. It is who I have always been (yes, that’s what I… Read More Where Minimalists Go To Play