Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections. – Virginia Woolf
The Essential OiLbularyo
my journey with essential oils
Finding my way back.
Writing slump. Life taking over. Getting lost. Finding my way back.
Mortality and Miracles.
I’m currently on a trip I wasn’t prepared to make. Left Manila in a rush. Flight bookings were made in the morning. Flew out in the evening. Crossed over seven thousand miles to be with a loved one. Now in LA. I hate cancer. It comes worse than a thief in the night. It just…
You got me at Bobby Axelrod’s swag, Damian Lewis. Not his billions. ❤️ (c) Showtime BILLIONS
You got this.
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see. Except standing there, holding on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. – J.D. Salinger Barcelona, 2016
Porridge, rice cakes and tea will do. For rainy days and Mondays.
Rainy days and Mondays.
Make me crave for Luke’s good ol’ clam chowder soup and lobster roll… And get this blog going.
The clink of the rosé crystal. The glare of the afternoon sun. The hushed conversations over a shared plate of pâté and crackers and wine. The mindless gaze at other wanderers, coming and going. The beauty of doing nothing. The laughter and euphonic chatter around. Thoughts that make me thirst. Thirsty and yearning. For Paris.