Bellagio, Lake Como, Italy - Sept 2018 I still feel the weight of the dark days, quiet but heavy, like shadows that follow even into the light. Some nights they hit harder, thoughts spiraling like storms I can’t control, and I wonder if I’ll ever feel steady again. But in spaces between the chaos, I … Continue reading Pieces of Me
Starting Over: Building My Blog and Finding Myself
What have you been working on? So… I finally did it. After talking about it for what feels like forever, I decided to roll up my sleeves and build this blog. It’s been a mix of excitement, confusion, and way too many Google searches, but here we are - and I couldn’t be happier. A … Continue reading Starting Over: Building My Blog and Finding Myself
Becoming My Own Beloved
Once upon a time, I believed love existed only in the space between two people. I poured my heart into someone - and let my world revolve entirely around him. Every glance, every word felt like gravity, pulling me closer into a universe built for two. I loved so deeply that I even learned the … Continue reading Becoming My Own Beloved
Lazy Days, Sacred Spaces
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive? I’ve come to see lazy days as a quiet kind of healing I give myself - never a wasted time. On the surface, a lazy day might look like nothing is happening - no long shifts, no constant motion. But beneath that stillness, something sacred unfolds. … Continue reading Lazy Days, Sacred Spaces
What Makes a Good Neighbour: A Reflection from My Back Garden
🪷In the past, I used to have a wonderful elderly couple as neighbour who reminds me what truly means to live side by side with kindness. GrandMa is quiet and gentle, the sort of neighbour who brings peace just by being there. We don’t talk everyday, but when we do - often in the back … Continue reading What Makes a Good Neighbour: A Reflection from My Back Garden
Winter Reveal
It had been nearly a year since the summer in London, yet Mara still thought of Jun whenever gold light slipped through hospital windows. Life had settled back into its familiar rhythm - patients, shifts, and quiet walks home beneath grey skies. One chilly evening, curled up in a sofa, she streamed a Korean music … Continue reading Winter Reveal
The Café in the Chemo Room
🪷The chairs were all facing the centre, a small circle of connection formed by people who might have never met anywhere else. One by one, they settled - tubes gently taped to their arms, machines softly humming beside them. And yet, the room was full of laughter. Stories overlapped. Jokes bounced from one side to … Continue reading The Café in the Chemo Room
Not Just An Appointment
🪷He comes in twice a week, always at the same time, always with the same quiet smile. With his bag full of his coffee, snacks and newspaper. We've built a rhythm around his visits - a few words about the weather, a gentle laugh about something on the news, and then the familiar flow of … Continue reading Not Just An Appointment
The Umbrella I Didn’t Buy
🪷It had been raining for three days straight, the kind of rain that doesn't roar or rage - just lingers. On my walk home from class, I passed a small street vendor selling umbrellas. Bright reds, deep blues, a few patterned with flowers that had already begun to blur from the drizzle. I stopped, glanced … Continue reading The Umbrella I Didn’t Buy
One Summer Chance
It was one of those rare London afternoons in July when the sky decided to be generous. The city shimmered, the air alive with sun and sound. After an eight-hour shift, Mara wandered down Oxford Street, too restless to go home. She wanted to feel like a person again. Bond Street gleamed ahead, and she … Continue reading One Summer Chance