Mindful Mondays

Lately, ankle biter 1 has been a slave to his emotions. The kind where his body often connects with the ground in protest. Growing pains we say but onwards with our mindful saunters

What we heard: the breath of lola along the top of the hill

What we tasted: the saltiness of snot running from our noses

What we smelled: the excrements of the smoker in front of us

What we touched: “Mum, come walk on the grass. It’s soft.”

What we saw: The lone purple crocus wedged in the footpath

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Vivian Romero

I want to activate the urban imagined: stimulating, healthy and sustainable spaces for all (especially the young and young at heart).

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