I watch a woman dance From across the room, Lost in the rhythm and blues Of a New Orleans band Nobody can touch The realm in which she moves, Nobody can interrupt the music that plays within The double bass sways her hips, Her shoulders dance with the Strat, Percussion taps her feet, While her …
Author Archives: Spaz
My most favorite jewellery piece
Sometimes post ideas pop out of nowhere. Like right now. I was on the way to take a shower after another beautiful hot day in Toronto. Certain things have to come off first and before you think of anything that isn’t appropriate for children, well, I didn’t get there. The first things I removed were …
The Tipping App
Last year Apple was awarded the trademark for the line “there’s an app for that”, a fact that a) makes me wonder whether I need to pay to use it in my post and b) gets me a little uneasy since it is just another sentence that could happen easily in a modern conversation. Corporations …
As fresh as possible and a committment to true Italian pizza
I have just got back from a trip to Europe, mostly Italy. Its a country that I have been, growing up in Switzerland, familiar with but as an adult had not yet explored. Now I am back and like any traveler who lives alone, was greeted by a gapingly empty fridge and pantry. Nothing else …
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Inspiring Fog
‘Foggy view; @spasmicallyperfect The weather channel had already informed me of the charming fact that this week of April was going to present itself from its saddest side, shedding constant tears and hiding away in thick Spring fog. So it was no surprise this morning that my eyes could not see passed the balcony and …
Forgive me Father for I have sinned……
I try to be a good person, I really do. I also try to live by the 10 commandments, not necessarily because I am a devote Christian but because they make sense to me in my quest to be a good on the way to better person. Sometimes I fail. Like I did today. I …
Just Silence
Yearning for silence like for an old friend that offers comfort ’cause there is nothing left to explain. Silence that rains ever so gently over my body and cutting out all that doesn’t matter. I’m getting better at it, Silence that is, despite the fire sirens outside my window, I can be quiet. Like right …
Focus on Beauty
I started this blog as a testament to all the beauty there is in this world, that often we pass by without noticing, distracted by so many things. Beauty that sparkles, triggers smiles, is sometimes plain silly but always uplifting. I’ve always believed that the world and life is what it is at any given …
Looking for Flow
It is Spring time. The birds have replaced the sun as my natural alarm clock. Sweet greens are popping out everywhere. I haven’t worn my winter coat in over a month. So, the signs are clear. Life is flowing, as it always does, gently from one season into the next. Then there is I. I …
Why writing keeps me sane
I remember learning how to write. I remember the lined note books, the pencils which I had to turn after every couple of letters to keep the line sharp. I remember the dents in my thumb, index and middle finger from gripping the hexagon shaped shaft too tightly. I remember the soothing noise of the …