by Hiro Boga | Creativity
You start by washing, peeling and chopping vegetables. Splash of cool, clear water over your hands, washing away the mud and grime. The glistening beauty of potatoes, released from their skin. The orange family: cheery carrots, ruby yams. Brooding purple globes of...
by Hiro Boga | Creativity, Inner Journeys
Strolling around my garden with the sun on my skin, the sea undulating against the rocky beach below, eagles chittering their silvery cry across the bay, I slipped into a state that I used to inhabit as a child — an imaginative trance in which, even as the soles...
by Hiro Boga | Inner Journeys
All week I’ve felt this mixture of anticipation and dread, of raring to go and being stalled. One foot on the accelerator of my life, the other on the brake. It’s a familiar feeling. And it always heralds some sort of change hovering outside my door....
