The Specific Shade

My hand hovered over the table longer than it should have.

Red.

Black.

Blue.

I picked one up, put it back, then reached for it again.

The Slimmest of Margins

Earlier today, I stood there.

Holding a journal.

Having a quiet argument with myself.

Should I give it to her?

Let the Bird Fly

There are moments when you send something into the world and you find yourself watching the sky afterwards.

The Door Called "I Do Not Know"

I completed a leadership programme recently.

Loving With Open Hands

There is a difference between holding something and holding onto something.

When the Horizon Appears

A few years ago, I noticed something curious about travelling long distances.

The Fog Before the Verdict

There is a stretch of road I travel from time to time where the morning fog arrives before the sun.

Near There

John has a habit of arriving near there.

The Strength of Things

Sometimes the strongest thing a bridge can do is remain standing without anyone crossing it for a few days.

The Heroes We Forgot to Sing About

A while ago, I asked a friend how things were going.

Drawn By the Deep

Some things in life arrive as answers.

A Peaceful Thought

I woke up this morning with Peace on my mind.

Do Not Lose It

Imagine a relationship ending because you are not tall enough.

The Smile Is Not the Story

When last did you genuinely ask someone how they were feeling?

And the Sky Remained Intact

The storm did not arrive with thunder.

What I Am Beginning to Understand

My friend offended me recently.

The Day My Music Career Died

I can tell you the exact day my music career died.

The Anatomy of an Agenda

I was in a meeting recently where everyone spoke about the issue on the table.

Before the Moment Arrives

A few weeks ago, I found myself thinking about a future conversation.

The Empty Chair

The email arrived quietly.

Honour Changes the Temperature of a Room

I once sat through a church meeting that became surprisingly tense.

The Question We Avoid

A few years ago, I noticed a pattern in the way I approached difficult situations.

Smiling Through The Smoke

There is a particular kind of endurance that does not announce itself.

The Exchange Beneath the Masks

There is a way people enter rooms without ever removing anything.

The Heavy Clarity of Restraint

There is a clarity that does not feel like relief.

My Own Stained Glass

I used to imagine a coherent life as one without fractures.

When Fear Dresses as Wisdom

Fear is not always loud.

Be a Bird - Fly

There are moments when holding on begins to feel like learning the shape of a cage.

Loving in Silence

Some emotions that do not announce themselves.

Honour Changes the Temperature of a Room

I once sat through a church meeting that became surprisingly tense.

Firm Foundation

A few days ago, someone left a comment on Unbundling Myself Slowly.

Empty and Excited

I finished a meeting tonight and closed my laptop.

The Noise I Call Thinking

Sometimes I tell myself my mind is busy.

People Do Not Announce Themselves Twice

A few years ago, I believed that important things would always come back around.

What Did I Miss?

A few days ago, someone pointed out something I had walked past several times. It had been there in plain sight. I simply had not noticed.

Unbundling Myself, Slowly

Sometimes I wonder if I am thinking too much, or if this is just what it means to be human in a world that never really pauses.

Let’s Breathe First

There is a strange violence in being understood too quickly.

The Appetite for Good Things

There is a strange guilt society places on desire.

When You Are Hearing

Kay used to talk a lot.

One Lyric too Fast

Some mistakes arrive like thunder.

Just Say the Words

Some people carry entire storms quietly.
People who show up every day with tired eyes, rehearsed smiles and responsibilities hanging from their shoulders like wet clothing in harmattan rain.

I Have Decided to Change

I have decided to change.

My Heart is Full

Lately, my heart has been full in a way I cannot completely explain.

When Pride Bleeds

One of the hardest things to do as an adult is to sit quietly while someone tells you where you are failing.

The Quiet Gift of Being Seen

There is something quietly beautiful about being seen.

The Mind Follows Direction

There is a reason two people can stand in the same place and walk away with completely different stories. 

Leave Room for Humanity

Some days, you are barely carrying yourself.

The Mercy Test

We are gentle with ourselves.

When Failure Speaks

Failure does not whisper. It lands.

Cutting the Diamond

There is a kind of writing that looks right on the page but never quite lands.

What You See Is What Grows

There is a quiet power in interpretation.

The Court

There is something about a court.

Acting, Performing, and the Life of “S”

 “S” did not notice when it changed.

The Horizon Stays Ahead

 There is always something ahead of us. Always.

By the Time It Happened

There is a kind of waiting that wears you out quietly.

The Weight of Being Loved

There is a kind of breaking that has nothing to do with the mistake itself.

Holding the Line

 Intentionality sounds nice when you say it out loud.

When Conviction Stops Listening

 I have been thinking about how easy it is to become dangerous without meaning to.

Light or Stage

 There is a kind of ache you cannot explain.

To see someone stand so close to who they could be, and yet be the very reason they do not arrive.

...Fractures and Me

There is a kind of pain that does not shout.

When Simplicity Holds

 Simplicity does not announce itself loudly.

The Next Bend Is Enough

 The road into Jeea always looks longer at dusk.

When You Cannot See the Road Ahead

 You are on a familiar road, one you have taken often. Then one day, you meet a bend you have never noticed before. It is quiet. No signs. No voices. Just a curve that hides everything beyond it.

You slow down.

It Was Not the End

 I had an interesting conversation earlier today.

Kind, not Nice

 There is a difference, and it is not a small one.

The Value of Small Wins

Every win matters, even the ones that look small or unremarkable. It is easy to overlook this when you are focused on bigger outcomes. We tend to measure our progress by the distance we have covered or the milestones we have reached. In reality, life is often sustained by much smaller acknowledgements of forward movement.

Where the Mind Follows

There is a quiet order beneath how the mind moves.

When the Best-Laid Plans Stall

 There is a peculiar moment that comes when clarity meets resistance. You have thought it through. You have imagined the outcome. You have even rehearsed the discipline required. And yet, when the moment to act arrives, the ground does not break as cleanly as expected.

Blow the Candle

I once listened to a teacher speak to a pupil about how to deal with being upset. The advice was surprisingly simple. He said, “If you ever feel overwhelmed, blow a candle.”