#Me, The Holidays and A Boy Called Christmas#

Hello Friends! I recently started another blog devoted entirely to my obsession with books. It is a love affair that has spanned decades, with each and every book leaving it’s imprint on my life and my perspective of the world. I posted my first official post today, I hope you check it out!

Thank you!
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The Book In My Purse


Every year, after the holiday has come and gone, I like to take a moment to just sit by my Christmas tree and reflect on how the season played out. Overall it was a nice Christmas and New Year-with moments of warm cheer, generosity and spirit, but also moments of loneliness, worry and solitude.

The holidays tend to be advertised as “the most wonderful time of the year”, but just like everyday life, it is an emotional rollercoaster, with its beautiful highs and lows amidst the softly falling snow.

While pondering these thoughts by the tree, the following book came to mind. “A Boy Called Christmas” by Matt Haig was gifted to me by the lovely Harper Collins Canada this season and it was wonderful, it completely mirrored my own Christmas spirit. Whenever those polarizing emotions  took over me, this book read like a favourite Aunt; empathizing with me…

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# A Poet’s Piece#


The brilliant Nayyirah Waheed brings it home again.

Straight to the heart.



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#A Poet’s Piece#

imagePoetry by Nayirah Waheed

I sent this piece to a friend today, a budding Poet who’s love for words rival my own, and her reaction was just lovely.

Here’s what she texted me…

“Honest to goodness gracious. These words are exactly what I need right now. Thank you sooooo much! xx”

That’s the beauty of the words of Nayyirah Waheed-there is always a verse to move your soul to peace. For me, she generates hope. And at the end of the day, hope is where my faith lies.

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#The Beauty of The Storm#


It’s amazing how Nature can mirror one’s soul at a single moment in time. I found this photograph on Pinterest and was struck at how much I resonated with it right now. There’s a storm brewing in my life. The wind is picking me up, blowing me nowhere in every direction. The rain has started, beating down steadily, unflinchingly, until I’m reduced to a crawl. It is hard, scary and difficult.

However, there is beauty in the storm as well. While it is wild and frightening, it is also temporary. And in this fleeting moment, it presents the opportunity to breakdown and face the fears, doubts, insecurities, anger, frustrations and tears that built up the storm in the first place. The process is not easy; on the contrary, it’s hurtful and shameful and remorseful and all types of pain personified, but it is also hopeful, and for that I keep going. One step at a time,  I trudge through each and every feeling until eventually, the storm stops. The skies clear and the storm calms and in a strong voice full of pride and and warmth, it says to me ‘Congratulations, you made it through. You looked it in the eye and you let it all go. Now you can start anew’.


In this day and age where people are expected to display only the fun, bright, exciting sides of life, this is actually a beautiful gift.The opportunity to breakdown and rebuild oneself-therein lies the beauty of the storm.

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Ready To Hustle


Hello friends, I hope this post finds you well. It’s already a month and a half into the new year and, regretfully, this is my first post of 2016. Happy New Year! Happy Valentine’s Day!  I hope it was wonderful for you.

So why the silence these past few weeks? Well, I found myself doing a lot of thinking and planning and soul searching -pondering what I really want in my life. It was very personal, my emotions oscillating between elation, determination, insecurity, rage, hopelessness and despair. It was quite a process, one that I couldn’t exactly put it all into words at the time. But I can now and, interestingly, it did bring me to this lightbulb of a conclusion-that I AM READY TO HUSTLE.

Tired of playing the victim and lamenting Fate’s difficult hand–I decided to chuck it all, and just work from scratch. Study for the exam, get the experience, find that job to stay afloat, apply again to the Match-really just hustle and believe that ‘Yes, I can do this and yes, I will get in’. To put it simply-mind, heart, body and soul I am just going to have faith.

Oddly enough, I find this to be one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I am not very trusting, of others, the universe or myself, so this will be a really big challenge. But, I’m ready to hustle. And I will continue to document my thoughts here, good and bad, and see what this project will bring.

After all, a lot can happen in a year right?

Have a good weekend!

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#What Sundays Are Made Of#


I love Sundays. It’s  my one day off during the week where I don’t have to follow a schedule, punch in a time clock, re-write a draft or meet a deadline. I close my medical books and stop studying for my exam. I don’t work at the bookstore. I don’t look at my research paper. I keep the news and social media to a minimum. In short, I tune out the world that lies outside and become better acquainted with the world that lies inside. I get to know Me.

I go wherever my mind, body and soul take me. I slept in. I read a couple of chapters of Jonathan ReBanks ‘The Shepherd’s Life’. I gave my hair a much-needed coconut oil massage. I did my nails. I took a long walk with my puppy. I enjoyed a Vanilla Bean Hot Chocolate from Second Cup. I skipped for half an hour. I played Stevie Nick’s ‘Crystal’ about 100 times. I bought more Christmas decorations. I prayed. I talked to my friend  in Vermont for 3 hours. I watched the latest episode of korean drama ‘Oh My Venus’. I contemplated giving my cousin a second chance at a relationship. I daydreamed about So Ji Sub and me on a date. I talked to my Mum over Breakfast smoothies. I blogged. I painted. I lounged upside down on the couch. I did yoga Corpse Pose. I brushed Jasper’s fur while he slept. I breathed.

I wish I knew who wrote that quote pictured above because it makes so much sense to me.  Today I found Stillness- those moments or acts of complete peace that somehow brings you closer to yourself. I found Stillness in everything, anything and nothing. For one day, I listened to myself, paid attention to myself and then did what myself asked. It felt marvellous.

I guess that’s what Sundays are made for, really.

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#Simple Actions, Big Inspiration#


I have a big board exam coming up, the final step to obtaining my US Medical License, and I have been procrastinating like nobody’s business. I’ve come up with a thousand excuses, found a thousand loop holes, but when it comes down to it, they all mean nothin’. Bottomline: I have to study, but I am too lazy to sit down and do it. Period.

All of a sudden I came across this photograph and, in one simple moment, I was humbled. Joyce Torrefranca, a medical student in the Phillipines, captured a little boy named Daniel Cabrera, doing his homework in the street by the light of a McDonalds restaurant. Daniel and his mother are homeless, and after his father died and his house burned down, Daniel and his mother can be seen begging to survive.

But despite all that hardship, Daniel still makes time to finish his homework and attend and participate in school. This is amazing! I am humbled and inspired and awed all at the same.

To read the full article check out this linkhttp://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/philippines/11728099/Homeless-boy-using-McDonalds-light-to-do-homework-proves-inspirational.html

Thank you Daniel!

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