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Sandra Josiah-Dadzie

Writer and founder of the Rude Health Project.

Submerged

As the light of day glistens upon the surface A grand entry is made but littered with curses Something pulls hungrily from the living seabed But the thick and twisted fibres soon loosens its thread The speckled and soulful expanse, infuses each pore And as breath leaves the body, it

Masked Up

There is little doubt that masks do far more harm than good. Cloth masks are permeable to 97% of viral particles. A study by the University of East Anglia concluded that wearing masks was of no benefit and could increase infection. Experts in respiratory disease and infection protection from the

Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life

Without question, the international superstar of longevity is Japan, which has the highest life expectancy of any country in the world. In addition to a healthy diet... and an integrated health care system in which people go to the doctor for regular checkups to prevent disease, longevity in Japan is

Silent Messages

Sometimes we need excuses to do nothing. We need to be reminded by these patron goddesses of idle fellows that slowing down and being in the present, not thinking about what you've got to do and what you should have done, but just being here, letting your imagination

Wanderful

None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or

Anam Cara by John O'Donohue

The more lonely side of being here is our separation in the world. When you live in a body you are separate from every other object and person. Many of our attempts to pray, to love, and to create are secret attempts at transfiguring that separation in order to build

Sun Sensations

The Sun — a fiery ball of plasma, traversing through the interstellar medium, asserts its dominance over our Solar System, orchestrating an intricate dance that compels planets, moons, and an array of celestial objects into orbit around it. This immense bearer of light religiously washes over us, lifting the blanket of

Thoughts Without Words

I look up, and there they are Tremulous whispers across the sky Suspended against an infinite cornflower blue Each one a stepping stone towards heaven Movements slow and ethereal in time and space The scene — a worthy prequel to the ancient stars

Home Sweet Home

Watch the poetic pulse of love play upon tender whispers Witness a dusting of fine matter float up towards infinity Infuse the soul with the softest rays of golden light Touch the rich, crumbling strata of earth’s floral bed Dare to sample the whirlpool of cosmological flavours Plunge deeply

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