In every moment is a Whisper. Welcome to one man’s quest to listen

I sat, relaxing in the afternoon sun, my reflection in the tiled wall capturing life’s slow-moving threads.  I thought I knew what I was seeing, even as I debated the reality of it all in my imagination.  I often catch myself thinking I am in my thirties with mountains to climb and fierce battles to wage.  In the moment, I let go of the...

I dumped my pockets as I sat down, considering what I have grabbed to go earlier in the morning.  The two items on the table were needed, used, and easy to take with me.  I considered what I could have picked up, only to decide at the last minute that I would leave everything unnecessary behind.  In my reflections, I found myself considering my...

I look north from the lobby window, focused on the buildings in Dubai’s Media City district and beyond.  I remembered my motorcycle riding instructors’ repeated advice, “Look where you want to go.”  It was an interesting point to consider.  What did my eyes start?  What came next, and where did they end up?  As I reflected, looking for my mind’s answers that reflected what my...

Sand is in almost every view.  Wherever I look, I see sand or a reminder of sand nearby.  I have come to appreciate the beauty one finds in an arid land.  When I experience the beauty and awe that is naturally infused in a blossom, I am reminded that one can flourish in any circumstance.  In the sand, one finds humidity and signs of growth.  There...

I sat silently waiting.  The limited movement nearby was purposeful and hushed.  It felt as if I was in a futuristic interpretation of sacred space.  I could feel a sense of awe, quietly inside and out, and a dominating stillness.  In the centre was a single succulent in a vase with dark golden reflections.  I imagined the plant and vase representing an altar.  It revealed beauty, courage,...

I did not expect the cup or the refills that followed.  I was thinking that I would have a one-off, self-serve experience with a paper cup.  Instead, I received a cup of Arabic coffee in a porcelain cup, accompanied by an attentive attendant who regularly checked to see if I wanted a refill.  It might be normal if I was a paying customer.  As it...

The menu item was, from the words, difficult for me to imagine.  What would seaweed, avocado, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, and green apples taste like?   How would it be presented?  What kind of dressing would they use?  Questions and more questions piled up.  There were options I could choose that would come without all the questions.  I also knew this was a chef recommendation, something to be explored,...

There is joy, wonder, and awe with the sight and smells gifted by the French Press in the morning. It is relatively simple to some.  Many see it as a cumbersome way to make coffee.  To me, it is the opposite.  I selected fresh-roasted beans for their rich chocolate and nutty profile.  I chose a grind with the French Press in mind.  Beans are weighed and...