we can be heroes
join me for the tenth in a series of weekly musings about life since leaving corporate and following my writing dreams. Continue reading we can be heroes
Tag: writing
Ignored Explorer
What happens when you over-identify with one side of yourself? There’s an explorer in all of us, sometimes it just gets ignored. Continue reading Ignored Explorer
hello, cowgirl in the sand
join me for the eighth in a series of weekly musings about life since leaving corporate and following my writing dreams. Continue reading hello, cowgirl in the sand
now i know how joan of arc felt
join me for the seventh in a series of weekly musings about life since leaving corporate and following my writing dreams. Continue reading now i know how joan of arc felt
let’s do some living
join me for the first in a series of weekly musings about life since leaving corporate & following my writing dreams. Continue reading let’s do some living
We’re afraid to be wise
Have you ever had a monk make a fool out of you on your way to work ? Well, I did. My 20s were a crash course in everything that could go wrong, and what I discovered wasn’t perfection or performance, but the quiet, messy power of living honestly. Continue reading We’re afraid to be wise
Play the Fool
All great things began with a trying fool. Continue reading Play the Fool
Bells Between Barga
A poem that reflects on cross-cultural love using soft, impressionist imagery and intentional symbols across nations. Partly inspired by Giovanni Pascoli’s L’ora Di Barga. Continue reading Bells Between Barga
The Bird of Madonna
Ailsa Gillies reflects on the mother-child bond through the eyes of a bird after visiting the Ufizzi Gallery in Florence. The Bird of Madonna is a soft reflection on how a mother’s devotion can become self-sacrificial, until the child learns to tend its own wounds. Continue reading The Bird of Madonna
Inherited Goods
Is it better to be good or honest? Ailsa Gillies reflects on the lineage of ‘good’ people that have come before her, noting that self-sacrifice is not romantic, but a quiet stirring of resentment and grief. Continue reading Inherited Goods
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