Category: BlogRoll
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Messing with my mind
My email server is flooded with ads, generally spammy ads for things I don’t need and didn’t ask for… nothing new there. What has changed, however, is that they are now almost exclusively illustrated with AI art. Instead of a photograph of real people celebrating their new purchase or someone…
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Alpha-theta waves for healing
In our brains, there is a lot going on. I’m no neurologist, so I can’t even begin to fathom it all, let alone try to explain any of it to you… that said… there is something that has been floating around in my mind to write about for some time…
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The Wellness Centre (a dream-allegory)
A while ago, I had a dream. After I wrote it down, I realized it was actually something of a strange allegory. At the risk of revealing my subconscious to the world, I think it might help others, so I decided to share it here. First up – THANK YOU…
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“Walk for Peace”
Late last week a group of two dozen Buddhist monks completed their 109-day pilgrimage of 2,300 miles (about 3,700km) from one coast of America to the other, travelling from Texas to Washington D.C. The Walk For Peace “encourages non-harm, kindness, and mindful living” – and they note that their procession…
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My purple-friendsgiving-teaparty invitation to YOU
Tomorrow will be the second anniversary of my blog – yep, I will be 2 YEARS OLD! Now, I know that is NOT very old in the blogging universe, but to me it seems like an unimaginable achievement – truly, I can barely believe I had the urge to set…
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The year 2025 in review
>>Ta-toot-ta-tooooom<< (that’s me blowing my own trumpet!) Today is another one of my monthly blogging anniversaries. From a very early stage, I promised myself that I wouldn’t wait for BIG milestones, instead, I would celebrate the little inch-stones that occurred along the way. Today I am 23-MONTHS old – early…
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How do you name your pain?
In Shakespeare’s play “Romeo and Juliet”, the heroine whisper-wails into the night-air off her balcony; “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?” After he doesn’t reply, she reassures him that she couldn’t care less what his last name is, or that his family is her family’s sworn enemy. Soon after…
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Feeling a little Picasso-ish
A little while ago, one of my blogging friends, Silver Apple Queen, left a comment on my post “Our Woven Selves” to say that when she thought about migraine metaphors, she imagined her migraines as Pablo Picasso paintings. And if you know anything about his abstract art, it’s not hard…
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The Bluesky Dictionary
Not long after a famous billionaire bought Twitter and renamed it X, there was a sudden exodus of many members who fled to a chat-app called Bluesky. I ended up with a foot in both camps, but rarely use either. The first app mentioned is filled with negativity these days,…
The Mindful Migraine 