Inspiring


The world is a university for the self, a station we stop at for a while along our journey.

But the station is now treated as the permanent abode, and the traveller has settled for a lump of earth instead. The art of being is replaced by the art of conformity, looking for the answers that rest within, without. While pop-culture spirituality has bent the science of the soul onto a path leading to a nightmare draped in pretty veils.

It’s time to take the journey back along the rugged road to pastures green.

At times, we encounter dishes so sweet they melt the heart. Other times, so sour we’re pushed to revolt, and still other times, we take repose in that fine balance of sweet’n sour. We encounter shivers in dark and cold places, but also rejoice in the light and open spaces.

We offer a bit of feel-good in a world crying out for it; share the struggle of self in a place that seeks to constrain. It’s minimalist; a touch of inspirational. While to those feeling lost, helpless, unheard, depressed, suicidal, worthless, seeking another way but unable to find it, we’re reaching out a hand (or is that hoof?) and saying, “You’re not alone, my friend,” because we’ve been there, too.