“There are two types of people those that speak to avoid the silence and those that speak to praise the silence,” I wrote in a poem this week dedicated to the ten days I spent on Vipassana.

“I’m phone-less by choice” I say to the judging eyes of yet another person who’s surprised that such a choice even still exists in modern life. It’s been 8 weeks since I quite literally threw my phone to the sharks in the Indian Ocean. Whilst the actual scenario was more ‘clumsy Gremlin’ than James Bond, it’s still a bad-ass way to taste off grid life.

To me, time feels as though it is slipping over and under itself like tectonic plates, and when plates collide or separate volcanoes and earthquakes happen. Something that’s really been helping me to ground within situational earthquakes is not trying to fight the flow and put a reason about why things aren’t adding up.