STRANGER THINGS (WELCOME TO THE UPSIDE-DOWN)

deep thoughts

It doesn't matter who you are or where you're from, in the run-up to any big event you will entertain all sorts of weird and wild thoughts. Random chatter will zip through your head. You'll ride an emotional roller coaster, fluctuating between excitement and anxiety, or being amped up and strung out. One minute you… Continue reading STRANGER THINGS (WELCOME TO THE UPSIDE-DOWN)

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

women of wonder

The problem with focussing on end goals is we miss out on the most important bits: the odyssey, the process, the in-between. We forget how to live out loud. This circus is about existing on the edge, you know—and living a little dangerously. I went through an existential crisis around the time I moved to Rwanda.… Continue reading IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

SITTING RINGSIDE, AN INTRODUCTION

sitting ringside

Invisible and silent armies, legions of women are kicking, punching, lifting, elbowing, grappling, and sweating their way across the mat, in the ring, or around the gym. From all backgrounds, ethnicities, and economic classes, we come from every corner of the world. We are made of fire and heavy metals—broken glass, magnetic storms, and grit.… Continue reading SITTING RINGSIDE, AN INTRODUCTION

HONEY WHITE (FOR THE LOVE OF EPSOM SALT)

epsom salt

When I was young my father relied on a few staples whenever we fell sick. He claimed these makeshift meds could cure almost anything. They were the ultimate elixirs and potions under the category of 'do-it-yourself' remedies. His primary go-to was bitters, Angostura to be exact. The caramel liquid from the motherland had all kinds of… Continue reading HONEY WHITE (FOR THE LOVE OF EPSOM SALT)

ON SATURDAYS WE IMPROVISE

travel snacks

As an expat, a self-designated nomad, I'm on the move a lot. Sometimes I jet-set for work. A couple times a year I head in the direction of True North (strong and free) for a homecoming. On occasion, I'll try to squash the travel bug within by taking off for somewhere I've never been. But… Continue reading ON SATURDAYS WE IMPROVISE

BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS

black capricorn days

Some days everything comes together. The stars align. A stranger offers his seat on the subway. The productivity meter hits 110% before noon. Things flow effortlessly when all is in balance. I hold pincha mayurasana with ease, or pound 10K of pavement in under an hour. After twenty rounds of aerobic exercise and strength training—sweat… Continue reading BLACK CAPRICORN DAYS

THREE MINUTES (IN THE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL)

church street boxing

Time gets slippery about a minute and a half in. The seconds drunkenly drift into each other until the only moment that matters is the continuous present. All background noise, the music and the grunting, the thudding and the yelling, decreases. It turns into a faint buzz that sits in the middle of my ear,… Continue reading THREE MINUTES (IN THE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL)

WHY I FIGHT

not made of glass

I'm such a late bloomer a friend recently told me I have a 'spirit plant' instead of 'spirit animal'. "You're a rare genus of orchid that blooms a handful of times a century. Found in heavily wooded or remote swampy areas, you're this tenacious, sculpted and delicate plant that takes years or decades to grow.… Continue reading WHY I FIGHT

SHOCK VALUE—THE POWER OF BLUE SHOES

adidas box hog shoes

Electric blue, with white stripes and neon yellow trim—I can't help but squint every time I look at my feet. The colour is intense. I could have been more discreet I suppose, keeping the pageantry to a minimum and, like others at the gym, opted for shoes in classic, non-distracting hues. Basic blacks. Stonewall greys.… Continue reading SHOCK VALUE—THE POWER OF BLUE SHOES