Author: Kirana Sidin
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Generous, and Yet?
It was a great performance from a great performer. Everyone was having fun, the teachers, the parents, and of course, the kids. And honestly? I was, too. Singing and half-dancing from my seat, completely caught up in the moment. Somewhere between songs, I found myself wondering: who made this possible? Who had the influence, or…
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The Art of Stepping Back
There is something about the ocean that always makes me want to stop. Not because it is beautiful, though it definitely is. But because standing before it, I feel permitted to be still. Nothing needs to be explained, nothing needs to be defended. Just me, the horizon, and the sound of waves that come and…
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The Courage To Be A Window
For years, I felt like an aesthetic wanderer without a permanent address. On one hand, I could lose myself for hours in the boundless, ethereal soft light of a Monet. Yet, on the other hand, I found a strange spark in the sharp, provocative wit of a Banksy. I often wondered: was there ever a…
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The Messy Middle of Becoming Real
It was a perfect morning to stroll around the neighborhood like I used to. Wind blows softly, the sun is perfectly bright, but not too bright, that it burns. It’s just shining perfectly. Of course, it makes me feel energetic and ready to conquer what life brings me to the table! Sorry, I’ve been too…
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Learning to See Each Other Clearly
A few days ago, my children had another fight. At first, it felt really small, just another mix-up like tons of others. But this time, it didn’t get sorted out in a day. They stayed away from each other. The usual chatting just stopped. There was some awkward vibe hanging in the air between them.…
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