Hello Cuties. Welcome to my brain dump. I wrote this the morning I was supposed to be productive, but instead spiraled into metaphysical dread and emotional architecture instead. Enjoy.
I love your writing, how your mind works, it's a beautiful thing. Your empathy & introspective nature are such a charming part of your personality. You always make me think & see life & my surroundings in a different, more meaningful way. You're a very special person, Ms Saaniya.
I would be a ramshackle dwelling, unfit for habitation. 😂
I just wanted to add that I'm always conflicted with who you've become. While I didn't follow the “old” you, I have seen your stories of the troubles you endured in growing to the person you are now. I adore your current incarnation, but wish the pain wasn't necessary for you to find your more genuine self.
two quick things... one... possible to post a video with correct pronunciation of chakras ? (sp? wrong ?) and B) two red dots equal elbow impressions as you play candy crush (sudoku for moi!)
You asked the question of whether you would be a protected site if you were a building. These buildings are created and protected by others rather than themselves… the choice comes from outside ourselves rather than from within.
Then you mention growth as a sapling, an organic being rather than something constructed.
You’ve lived again in a different form not constructed but self-made and aware of what is around you. I think that resonates so strongly.
How many books have you written ? I assume, after reading this, thst you have a small stack, possibly colour coded, of books. Probably not available in north America. Like a secret you are keeping from us. Do you find a building in every town ? Like the sailors and their women ? Flying in to NYC you see the Empire and whisper hello. Have you been back to the small house? Has it grown on you, the tree, through the windows, reaching out and wrapping itself around your heart, and it singing - we are one, same. And on the demolishing..
Is it not like the leaves falling in autumn, the signal of the passing seasons? Was it the passing of brutality or art deco on that block? A time, past, slipping further into the shadow of unwritten histories?
How wonderfull that doomscrolling can bring great epiphany. The emotional attachment to tall things and the dissociation to a small cottage…
Worlds are built, cities are founded in the echo’s of our mind until they crumble through the passage of time. City after city I build and rebuild only to realize the wasteland is my home. The cities and it’s ruins left as a vacation retreat for when melancholy hits.
What cookies were they? Did you get to eat them in the end?
They were smores flavoured cookies and yes I ate them all. As intended.
That's proof enough for me that intention works 🙃
What a nice little stroll through your head!
I'm deffo gonna set some intentions and clear my solar plexus chakra with my next spliff now.
Haha! Lucky! I live in a country where spliffs equal jail time so I'll just live vicariously through you, or my blog post.
I still haven't actually smoked that spliff yet so I'll add an extra intention to get you high too through the aether sis 😉
I love your writing, how your mind works, it's a beautiful thing. Your empathy & introspective nature are such a charming part of your personality. You always make me think & see life & my surroundings in a different, more meaningful way. You're a very special person, Ms Saaniya.
I would be a ramshackle dwelling, unfit for habitation. 😂
I just wanted to add that I'm always conflicted with who you've become. While I didn't follow the “old” you, I have seen your stories of the troubles you endured in growing to the person you are now. I adore your current incarnation, but wish the pain wasn't necessary for you to find your more genuine self.
two quick things... one... possible to post a video with correct pronunciation of chakras ? (sp? wrong ?) and B) two red dots equal elbow impressions as you play candy crush (sudoku for moi!)
You asked the question of whether you would be a protected site if you were a building. These buildings are created and protected by others rather than themselves… the choice comes from outside ourselves rather than from within.
Then you mention growth as a sapling, an organic being rather than something constructed.
You’ve lived again in a different form not constructed but self-made and aware of what is around you. I think that resonates so strongly.
Keep growing anew, scaffolding uneeded.🙏
How many books have you written ? I assume, after reading this, thst you have a small stack, possibly colour coded, of books. Probably not available in north America. Like a secret you are keeping from us. Do you find a building in every town ? Like the sailors and their women ? Flying in to NYC you see the Empire and whisper hello. Have you been back to the small house? Has it grown on you, the tree, through the windows, reaching out and wrapping itself around your heart, and it singing - we are one, same. And on the demolishing..
Is it not like the leaves falling in autumn, the signal of the passing seasons? Was it the passing of brutality or art deco on that block? A time, past, slipping further into the shadow of unwritten histories?
How wonderfull that doomscrolling can bring great epiphany. The emotional attachment to tall things and the dissociation to a small cottage…
Worlds are built, cities are founded in the echo’s of our mind until they crumble through the passage of time. City after city I build and rebuild only to realize the wasteland is my home. The cities and it’s ruins left as a vacation retreat for when melancholy hits.