writer. traveller. life unraveller.
the sound of devotion released to city streets knitted into urban life cast out into soupy air that hangs like a blanket on a line and holds a golden hum aum mani padme hum aum mani padme hum deep, monotonous, real enough to almost stroke with my fingertips but not quite held in by mountains... Continue Reading →
Listen here and please forgive my attempt at basic Thai!! There’s this lovely woman in Chiang Mai who reminds me of a tea cozy. She wears slacks like my grandma did and starched floral blouses, and she has baby-fine salt and pepper hair and friendly eyes looking out of a soft round face. She... Continue Reading →
Last week, I went to the hospital for some minor tests, and as I sat waiting for the doctor, I started feeling a bit sorry for myself. For recent events and for the dreaded impending blood samples about to be extracted from my plump, juicy vein via a most hated hoojie––a needle. I watched an... Continue Reading →
I have a favourite breakfast spot in Chiang Mai. As we’ve been living out of a kitchenless hotel/guesthouse for the past few months, I’ve been forced to obtain sustenance in restaurants in lieu of making my own meals. Hard life, right? I actually inwardly complained about it at first, until I realized how nice it... Continue Reading →
It's not supposed to be that way, I thought as I watched a woman lead her elderly father to the airplane toilet. The door bumped opened a bit accidentally because two people in one airplane bathroom is a lot, and I saw skinny white legs, pants bunched around the ankles and the look of... Continue Reading →
Every day I wake up with the usual cloud of mental chaos that threatens to start my day poorly. The residue of a disturbing dream coats my tongue and I start to think about all the things I’m not doing with my life and all the ways I’m not helping people, and the ways I’m... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 