Here’s the thing. When something is happening in my life (either good or bad), I always have to do something with my hair. Sometimes I go get it dyed, sometimes I cut it myself, sometimes I over-pluck my eyebrows, sometimes… well, you get the point. Continue reading “the significance of hair colour and what I had for dinner”
Soul searching. How often do you do it? Every day? When insomnia haunts you? When you feel like it’s the last option?
I, for one, do not do enough of it. And I realize I need to change this.
As I was relaxing in a hot bubble bath tonight, I realized how much both life and love are like water. I suppose, in a way, life is water. We’re sustained by it, the earth relies on it, the majority of our body mass is made up of it.
In the same sense, you could argue that life is love. Without love, there is no purpose, there is no continuance, there is no future.
But aside from that, what other features of water are shared with life and love? I’ll tell you what I was contemplating as I laid back in my hot bath, being enveloped with sweet smelling bubbles and the words of John Mayer, Casey Abrams and Jason Mraz… Continue reading “water. life. love”