writer. traveller. life unraveller.
Some say life's an uphill climb. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’ve said that, but with negative underpinnings. The thing is, I do see life as an uphill climb, but I actually like hills, whether I’m cycling, walking, or hiking. I like them for a few reasons. The first is that I enjoy the effort, hard... Continue Reading →
The current chaos of the world right now is hard to see, to feel, to reconcile. It’s beyond tragic. There’s rage, empathy, pity, and deep sadness. There’s shame, too. Shame about the ways we ignore, reject, keep silent either outwardly or inwardly. About the ways we’ve either directly or indirectly contributed to suffering––our own or... Continue Reading →
It’s Canadian Thanksgiving again, a whole year later. It’s incredible how fast the years seem to fly by now, at the ripe “old” age of 44. This becomes most obvious to me on Tuesdays for some reason. Have you ever caught yourself realizing it’s Tuesday again, though it just seemed to be Tuesday like five... Continue Reading →
So long, Bert, my bicycle buddy. I’ve known this Dutch fella for a year now. We met in the Hideout, an awesome little breakfast/lunch spot in old Chiang Mai. I spotted him in cycling garb, ready to brave another fierce climb up the long, steep, and winding road of Chiang Mai’s resident mountain, Doi Suthep.... Continue Reading →
There are few things in the world that don’t bring me joy these days. Living in Chiang Mai has that effect on me. But one of the main givers recently is tiny, potted plants. Tiny, potted, hanging-by-beaded-strings plants, even. One or two will do, though every Sunday evening I find myself strolling Chiang Mai’s Sunday... Continue Reading →
Today is a good day to meet my love. Sun comes flickering through leaves, clinging with their frail stems to quiet, crooked limbs. Some lose their tenacious grip and flutter furiously through air, as though cast out, finally released, useless and free. Curled up, crisp dry, and tinted by death. Joining their shadows on the... Continue Reading →
Aren't we all just trying to get closer to God? Everything we do, even the stuff that seems to go against God are all just methods, attempts, grasping for an infinite source of love. For Love. And the whole time it's already who we are. I am loving awareness. So are you. When you close... Continue Reading →
unlocking the door there's a secret inside, a well-known one despite all my attempts to uncover it the key sits in the lock hesitancy is a sweet, sacred moment urgency waits there's no rush in the one who wants to know the feeling of coming home to meet the one she's been looking her whole... Continue Reading →
Putting down the usual introspective musings and dusting off the memory cells (what’s left of them) for a little storytelling inspired by Halloween 🙂 As someone who has travelled to a few off-the-beaten path tracks in her life (both geographically and metaphysically), I’ve confronted several unpleasant creatures in my wanderings. Some of them have been... Continue Reading →
Listen instead 😉 I have about 10 books on the go at the moment. Passing by my favourite book shop in Chiang Mai, I stop in “just to look” and admire the heavenly stacks of all-the-answers-to-my-questions, the panacea to my spiritual angst, the antidote to my existential restlessness. (I know I’m not the only one).... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 