The Ripple Journal
A quiet corner of the internet. No noise, just small moments and reflections, written with care. This is my version of social media—slowed down and stripped back.
Here, I share fragments of poetry and stories from everyday life. Some tender. Some raw. All real. You’ll find microblogs updated regularly, sometimes multiple times in one day, sometimes not for weeks.
I write to connect, to make meaning, and to notice what often goes unseen.
Thanks for being here.
It Doesn’t Take Much
15 minutes, washi tape, colored pencils, acrylic inks—and this little token of appreciation came to be.
A Family of Four
This isn’t just a photo. It’s a moment in time that captures the simple, the mundane, the ordinary, woven together into one extraordinary, imperfect life.
That Liminal Space
Even the word waitpool carries a strange weight—like being held in suspension, a not-here, not-there kind of place. A place where you’re told you’re worthy but not enough to be chosen. Yet.
Love Yourself First
This is how I spent my afternoon, lost in the gentle scratch of colored pencils, watching hearts and patterns emerge on paper.
Visiting an Osteopath
Have you ever had an experience like this with someone deeply spiritual in the garb of an osteopath?
A Little Token of Thanks
Picked up lunch today from a Nepalese place we like and gave them this handpainted token of appreciation. Their beaming eyes and smiles will stay with me awhile.
Rejecting the Hustle
This wasn’t a promotional conversation. It was a real one. About presence. Kindness. And making something that outlives the metrics.
On Bullying…
It’s hard to build resilience when it constantly feels like you’re under attack.
Strangers or Friends?
When it's easier to share things with quasi-friends on the internet than real friends in life.
