Melanie Maure
An explorer of nature by nature. If something scares me I lean in for that's where the good stuff resides. And then, I am bound to write about it.
No Likes Needed
Wandering through the damp alleys of Hoi An in Vietnam one cannot avoid having their senses flooded by the vibrant swaying lanterns, the cacophony of food smells, the hum of mopeds swarming the streets. And still, amid this ruckus of sensuality I notice the draw. The technological tether. The craving, the bent, the social media monkey clawing at my back. The monkey chatters, “post this, post that, like, like, like!”
Melanie MaurePublished 2 years ago in Wander
Miracles
The morning sun is bright on my cracked windshield. The temperature is a bit of summer perfection, the windows are down. As I turn onto the highway headed to teach a weekly yoga journey, my intention is twofold: be of service and watch for miracles. For good measure, I add the intention to get my damn windshield fixed.
Melanie MaurePublished 2 years ago in Motivation
Stop Ignoring These Connections
I assume he’s homeless. I assume he’s needy. I assume he’s broken. All these blades of assumption I use to carve the man crouching in the sun, a cardboard litre of Minute Maid Orange juice on the sidewalk at his feet. He leans his thin back against the bricks that house the liquor store and the neighbouring bank. The Canucks ball cap he holds out and open in hopes of receiving, shakes slightly in his pale fingers.
Melanie MaurePublished 2 years ago in The Swamp
New York, Higher Consciousness, and a Slice as Big as Your Head
She lowers her copy of 'The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks' and sees I am daunted, lost, nervous, and facing the spiky shrew that is my own pride. She smiles at me. It is the direct look-you-in-the-eyes sort of smile, which, in a single moment says; I see you. I know you.
Melanie MaurePublished 2 years ago in Humans
Stuck Between a Rock and New Place
It's all-new. And so damn familiar. The sun warms my back, a trickle of well-earned sweat runs the ladder of my spine. When it comes to sport climbing I am still a fetus in terms of experience. I am still covered in the afterbirth of this physical pursuit. And yet, there is that ping of the familiar. An emotional déjà vu.
Melanie MaurePublished 2 years ago in Motivation
