A Wandering Mind and Thoughts from Retreat

I recently went on a spiritual retreat, something I have been planning on doing for the past 5 years. That’s how long it has been since I last went on one, when I was in fourth form. Yup, it’s been 5 years, the lines on my face getting deeper. I must endeavour to smile and laugh more, so that my laugh lines are the most prominent. #AgingGracefully

The Colours Of John-Paul

John-Paul was a 4 or 5 year old Australian-Colombian kid who spoke every single thought that happened to pop into his head. ‘Was’, because that was several years ago. He is obviously older now. Sometimes, the thoughts that popped into his head were were exactly the same as the ones that popped into his head 5 minutes before.(I used two “were”s to prove a point and horrible punctuation to point out that point. Oh well…) You know how kids are. When my younger brother was little, he would ask or talk about the same thing over and over and over again. Why do kids do that? Do they forget they just said that? Do they forget you literally just had that conversation 5 minutes ago? A very literal 5 minutes that has 300 seconds.(I almost reached for a calculator to do that math, but the fact that I so recently earned a degree in Mathematics guilt-tripped me into doing the sum mentally. Turns out I can still handle some simple mental arithmetic. Trust me, after some of the things you encounter studying Mathematics in uni, simple arithmetic becomes those distant childhood memories that you only vaguely remember. The ones that you completely forget about until your mum or aunts or older siblings tell you stories of when you were younger and you have a sudden ‘Oh yeah…that happened!’ moment. You remember that you had forgotten that! But, I digress…) Back to John-Paul…

Dear Old Friend

I sat down and thought of my primary school days and friends recently. They were brought to mind by the fact that a Whatsapp group was created and we were all bundled in there. Nostalgia. Many I have lost touch with, have not spoken to in years!!! Yet, as I sat there, silently observing as individuals were added and they identified themselves, I found that truck-loads of memories came gushing, flooding my thoughts.
I penned this letter as a release for my nostalgia.

The Waiting Room

The TV drones on in the background. Requiem mass for the former first lady going on. What eyes aren’t glued on it are glued on phones. What did man do before there were screens to affix ones eyes on? Heavens forbid we have to look each other in the eye and talk. I am in a hospital waiting room. Well, kinda. An out-patient facility is more like it.

Perspectives of a Rainy Day

Rain. Downpour.
I’m listening to it right now. Thick, heavy, voluminous rain. Rain that seems like it came with a jam-packed agenda. It’s not raining just because…this rain knows what it came to do! I can tell from the quick succession of explosive thuds on the roof, on my bedroom window, on the ground.