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What do you smell? What does the smell remind you of?

- I smell wet clothes as if I had just been in the rain. The smell is different from what I am used to though. The rain on your clothes smells different when your intention was to play and dance in the rain. This feels dull. Like a wet dog smell.

What do you hear? What does the sound remind you of?

There is just silence. The whistling of the wind and the creaking of the frozen branches. The sound reminds me of the crunching of autumn leaves in the fall time.

What colour would the sound be?

The sound would be grey.

Describe what you see around you. What is the smallest thing you see? What is the biggest? What textures, when close up, are revealed?

The smallest thing I see is the lamps on the side tables. They are painted in the same shade as the walls and are almost invisible. The only thing separating them from the walls is their shadow painted in a slightly darker shade. The biggest thing in the room is the painting on the left wall. The painting depicts a snowy scenery- barren trees covered in a blanket of snow. This is also representative of what the person sitting on the bed is feeling- cold and desolate.

What just happened? Did someone say something to another person or thing? Did someone just enter or leave the space? How?

I have just comeback home after having an argument with my mother. After the argument, I walked back to my house in the rain. I feel cold and sleepy. I feel a sinking feeling but have no more tears left to cry. My dog comes into my room. Sensing my despair, he brings me his toy to play with him in an attempt to distract me from whatever is bothering me.

What did you dream about last night? (Again, not you as yourself but as the person / object / creature in the image.)

I dreamt of myself as a child. I dreamt of a time where all of my family was still in the same place- physically. We were on one of the mountains in Gudauri in Georgia on a ski trip. I remember making snow angels with my brother who was much younger at the time. My dad bought all of us hot chocolate while my mum, brother and I had a snowball fight.

What is beyond the frame? What is there that we can’t see?

A bookshelf and study table. The bookshelf has over a hundred books and is organised by author. The study desk has work files strewn all over with a half empty coffee cup, a laptop and a lamp.

What will happen next?

I will force myself to get up and change out of my wet clothes. I will sit near the fireplace and warm up. I will drink a cup of hot chocolate and mentally revisit the argument I had with my mum. I will rationalise the situation and come to the conclusion that she has always been like this and that she is at a point in her life wherein she cannot change herself and her behaviour. Since I always want her to be in my life and because I love her, I will have to accept her for the way she is despite how she hurts me. I will call her and apologise.

Write a sentence about the weather. What does it feel like?

The weather is dull and gloomy. It matches the emotions I am feeling. The air is cold and strong gusts of wind are blowing. I feel myself fighting to walk against the wind. The rain is also coming down hard. I can barely see with all the water in my eyes. There are loud cracks of thunder booming similar to the way my mother cracked my heart with her harsh words.

Finish the sentence (you are not you): Secretly, I have always wanted..

to be invisible.

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The painting shows a stylized version of outer space with a bright blue and purple background that shows how big the universe is. In the center of the painting, a number of astronauts are shown floating weightlessly through space wearing bright spacesuits. Red, yellow, green, and blue are just a few of the bold colors used in their suits.

The painting has a lively composition, bold, flowing brushstrokes, and Thomas' signature use of color and abstraction. The central figures of the astronauts give the painting a sense of narrative and human connection despite its abstract nature. Overall, "Starry Night and the Astronauts" is a striking and imaginative look at space's beauty and wonder, painted by Thomas in her own expressive style.

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Practice of Attention: Deep Listening- My Childhood Bedroom

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Practice of Attention: Deep Listening- My Childhood Bedroom

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1. The creak of the bed under my weight
2. The rustling of your blankets as I turned in my sleep
3. The gentle hum of your ceiling fan
4. The chirping of birds in the early hours of the morning after you've pulled an all-nighter.
5. The sound of my mother speaking to her family back home on the phone everyday.
6. The sound of the clock ticking
7. The light snores coming from my brother with whom I shared this room.
8. The sound of my father turning the pages of his newspaper

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Practice of Attention: Deep Listening- View of the Ocean from my Balcony

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Practice of Attention: Deep Listening- View of the Ocean from my Balcony

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Sounds I heard:
1. The gusts of wind
2. The flapping of wings
3. The dull chatter of students talking below
4. Cacophony of seagulls squawking
5. A horn from the far away ships
6. Rustling of the leaves of the trees in the wind

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Practice of Attention: Deep Listening- Cafe

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Practice of Attention: Deep Listening- Cafe

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Sounds I heard:
1. The clinking of cups and saucers
2. The whirring of the blender and espresso machine
3. The occasional drop of a spoon
4. The hissing of hot milk
5. The constant chatter
6. Order numbers being called out
7. The occasional gasp or loud chuckle from one of the other tables
8. The scraping of the chair legs against the floor
9. The sound of people typing on their laptops

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I discovered unexpected connections between seemingly unrelated elements in my deck. For example, two seemingly unrelated cards - such as flowers and frozen - inspires a new perspective on their relationship with nature or their creative process. I also find that exploring these connections through writing, art, or other forms of expression leads to insights and breakthroughs that I hadn't anticipated.

Overall, the Personal Universe Deck is powerful tool for fostering creativity, self-reflection, and personal growth by encouraging individuals to explore the unique and sometimes surprising connections between their inner and outer worlds.

Other poetic things I have noticed are:
Withering flowers on my kitchen counter
Half empty bottle of rose
My roommates camera and film splayed on the living room table

A link to a poem I like:
https://peelsofpoetry.tumblr.com/post/35702152608/excuses-for-why-we-failed-at-love-by-warsan-shire

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At the age of 3, the 10 artifacts I would carry with myself were:
1. My Scooby-Doo blanket
2. A koala stuffed toy
3. The cushion of my carseat
4. A cucumber snack
5. The smell of Fryums
6. Pink walls
7. Barbie castle
8. Little mermaid doll
9. Rubber Duck
10. Butterfly clips

A lyric moment:
My mother laughing behind the camera,
as I pinched my father's cheeks.
I look into the camera with a mischievous glint in my eyes. My whole world in front of my eyes.

At the age of 20, the 10 artifacts/ moments from this time period are:
1. Marshall headphones
2. My books
3. The view of the ocean and the mountains from my apartment
4. The smell of fresh flowers
5. Cake
6. Red hair
7. Evil eye bracelet
8. Journal
9. A TV show called 'New Girl'
10. The smell of freshly baked bread at Breka.

A lyric moment:
A warm feeling in my belly as my dad tickles me so I laugh as the photo is clicked and my baby brother holds me in his protective embrace. A new addition to my world.

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The toasty brown colour splayed across the picture makes it ever so enticing, inviting. A variety of breakfast sandwiches and confections on display- their rustic, perfectly imperfect form giving it a sense of homeliness. The smell of freshly baked bread and espresso fills the air. The constant chatter on both sides of the glass display- completely different conversations on either side. The familiar faces behind the counter and the familiar faces of other frequenters welcome me into a place I consider my safe space. The reason this place is poetic to me is that it is bright and full of life, 24 hours a day and remains the same no matter what state of mind I may be in. These four walls have seen me celebrate my 20th birthday with my favourite people and have seen me cry over a breakup at 3am. It remains, in its place, forever unchanging, forever welcoming and warm.