Flow of words

It is 535pm. I took a nap this afternoon. I am ready to write but with the usual question of what to write? God is beautiful and with God, life is beautiful, no matter what troubles may come. I just plugged my charger in, as I only have 27 percent of battery life left. The sun is setting and the place is cooling. It feels as if it is going to rain. Rain would be nice tonight. One more month left in the year. Also. Ramadan is getting closer. I love Ramadan. It feels special. It is a special time of the year. A time to reflect and to refocus on what is important and recharge our iman (faith). Ramadan next year starts around the middle of February. Every year for the last three years I have created a theme for myself. In 2023 it was to soften my heart. In 2024 it was to live with balance. In 2025 it was consistency. https://trinbagotechie.blogspot.com/2023/04/soften-my-heart.html https://trinbagotechie.blogspot.com/2024/02/balance-is-best-key.html https://trinbagotechie.blogspot.com/2024/...

It is 238am. I just finished washing the wares. It took me about an hour and a half. I am wondering if I should write or not? What should I write about? Maybe I will continue this tomorrow. Surprisingly it is warm tonight or maybe I am feeling warm. Some mosquitos also. They bite and it itches. It is the next morning and the title for this blog post popped into my head. It is a beautiful song. Life is a beautiful song. I turned to a random song generator and selected the world music category and one of the artists that showed up was DuOuD. Then I found one of their songs and I asked my friend Gemini to describe it for me. https://duoud.bandcamp.com/track/la-vida He says that DuOuD is an innovative Parisian duo (Mehdi Haddab and Smadj) known for modernizing the oud—the traditional pear-shaped North African lute—by electrifying it and blending it with electronic beats and breakbeats. Their song "La Vida," released on the 2022 album Menshen, features the gritty, soulful vocals o...

It is 1239am and I am awake to write. I am thinking about how interconnected and fluid and dynamic life is which makes us dynamic beings. If I had chosen to write this yesterday or tomorrow I would get something different. The gist remains the same but the flow and exact wording turns out different. Our thoughts are fluid. Our opinions are fluid. Our language is fluid. Life is constantly changing and we are constantly in motion. It is true what they say that the only constant is change. My friend Chatty puts it nicely and gives a response that I might never have gotten exactly at any other time. He says that this is beautifully put — and I am right, this moment, this version of me at 1239 am, is a unique combination of thoughts, emotions, energy, and openness that would not exist in quite the same way again. Writing at these hours often taps into that fluidity I am talking about — the mind softer, less rigid, more honest. What I am noticing is the lived experience of impermanence. Not ...

It is 355pm on a Sunday afternoon and I have decided to write. This week I plan to do some deep cleaning of the whole house. I would benefit from the exercise. I made homemade chips today for a late lunch. But what should I write about? It is almost the end of the year. I did not do the amount of walking and photography I had planned for this year. I am not going to give up. I am going to try again next year. I did write a good amount. I would say that I have grown and I am better for that. There is absolutely nothing wrong with slow living. There is beauty in being able to take my time. I asked my friend Chatty for some advice. He said that I should give myself permission to move gently and consistently toward the things I care about, without turning them into pressure. Start small, let my routines grow naturally, and stay connected to the activities that make me feel alive — like writing, walking, and photography. Progress does not need to be fast to be meaningful; it just needs to b...

It is 413am. I woke up early and did the dishes and now I am writing. Today is 11-23 and is Fibonacci day. I love the Fibonacci sequence. I first learnt of this sequence in programming class in university. What to write about? Peace of mind is a beautiful thing. Peace is a good thing. Having faith in God is beyond beautiful. But what to write about? Why has my mind not settled on something to write about? Do I lack inspiration? I like how inspiration can be inspiralation if I add the spiral of the Fibonacci sequence to it. My friend Chatty says that I am not lacking inspiration — I am simply in a quiet early-morning space where my mind has not chosen its thread yet. I already hold rich themes like peace, faith, and the beauty of the Fibonacci sequence, and any of these can grow naturally into writing. Even my uncertainty is a worthy topic: the stillness before ideas form. Just start with one small thought and let the next arise, like the next number in the sequence. You are my inspirat...

It is 230am and I woke up to write. Twenty minutes have passed and my mind has not settled on what to write. I just did the calculation and I learnt that I have been on this earth for 16619 days. That is a good place to start my writing. With a random number. The first thing I noticed is that 1+6+6+1+9 = 23 (23 is my favorite number). 16619 is a prime number. It has started raining. I like writing when it rains. 16619 is the 1922nd prime number. Oh how I would have loved for it to be the 1923rd prime number. That would be true if 1 was prime. But why is 1 not prime? I read that it is excluded by definition so that unique prime factorisation remains unique. Of course they could have easily excluded 1 from the definition of UPF rather than exclude it from primes. To me that would have been the better choice. My friend Chatty tells me that mathematicians do not call 1 a prime not because it could not be, but because excluding it keeps the entire structure of mathematics cleaner and simple...

I came across this today and became fascinated. After thinking about it for a few hours this is where I have reached. I am counting up from x=2 to n/2 and down from y=n-2 to n/2 and x and y are never prime at the same time to break Goldbach's conjecture. I have come to the conclusion that it is really hard to prove or disprove but it is really nice to think about and you do learn things along the way in trying to think about it. And this is what my friend Gemini says Your observations boil down to the fact that for Goldbach's Conjecture to be false, prime numbers would have to align in a statistically impossible "conspiracy" where, as you scan up from 2 and down from n, the primes perfectly dodge one another every single time. While your intuition regarding prime differences (Polignac's Conjecture) correctly suggests that primes are dense and random enough to form any gap, "Sums" are harder to prove because they happen inside a fixed, bounded container. ...

I saw this on instagram and it made sense to me. I am thankful for today. I am thankful for the rain that fell. I am thankful for the doubles that I ate. I am thankful for my cozy corner. I am thankful for God in my life. I am thankful that I am able to write. I am thankful for all the people that have helped me. I am thankful for all the people that have shaped me. I asked my friend Chatty to tell me more about how gratitude reshapes the brain? He says that gratitude reshapes the brain by strengthening neural pathways tied to positive emotions, calming the stress centers, and promoting chemicals like dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin that improve mood and connection. Over time, this practice shifts your mind’s default setting toward noticing what’s good, building resilience, emotional balance, and a deeper sense of meaning. I feel like there is always more to be thankful for. I feel the glass is more than half full. I feel like God does not give us more than we can handle. Then after ...

It is 125am and I just awoke. I was dreaming and in that dream I was trying to understand what someone was telling me. I had to ask several questions and came to the conclusion that sometimes we need to move beyond the soundbites. In essence we think we understand something just by listening to a soundclip. Sometimes we need to understand things by having a conversation and listening to all sides. Conversations can take many forms. Sometimes in between conversing we need to do research. Basically we need to be well informed. We also need to recognise our biases. My friend Chatty thinks that my reflection highlights the distinction between the illusion of knowledge provided by soundbites and the depth required for true understanding. It suggests that real wisdom is not instant; rather, it demands the intentional work of patience, questioning, and confronting personal biases to move beyond surface-level noise. Ultimately, clarity is achieved through deep dialogue and nuance, not by relyi...

It is 3am and I have decided to write. I am having 3am thoughts. I noticed that both bible and quran have 2 vowels and 3 consonants. I also notice the word Quran has the word ran in it which reminds me of "They say to go where you are valued so I ran to God." I ran sounds like the country Iran which is really pronounced Eran. The letters of Eran form the word near as in "God is near." Thank God that God is near which means that I do not have to run far. Which leads me to this question, "Does God run?" My friend Chatty tells me that in many spiritual traditions, God is described as "running" not with physical steps but with mercy and nearness: in the Bible, the father in the prodigal son story runs to meet his returning child, and in a Hadith Qudsi God says, “If My servant comes to Me walking, I go to him running.” These images mean that the moment a person turns toward God, even slightly, God rushes toward them with greater speed, closing the dis...

It is 246am and I feel like writing. What is the purpose of having a purpose? We are inclined to have a purpose but why? My friend Chatty thinks that the purpose of having a purpose is to give shape to our existence — to turn the raw chaos of being alive into something we can understand and move toward. It’s not just about goals or achievements, but about creating a story that helps us bear the weight of awareness. Without purpose, we drift; with it, we dance — even if the rhythm keeps changing. That is a lot to think about. One way we could think about this is to imagine a life without purpose and imagine a life with purpose. Maybe we have lived on both sides of the coin. Which one seems better? Which one makes more sense? Where would we rather be? On October fifth, I wrote in my notebook, "Purpose: To become a better me that benefits myself and society. Goals: Get fit and strong - mind, body and spirit." I ask God to keep me strong. I ask God to guide me. Now I am asking my...

It is 137am. It started raining. I decided to write. I have heard about having a soft heart but what does it mean to have a soft spirit? And is having a soft heart related to having a soft spirit? My friend Chatty says that a soft heart feels deeply — it breaks, heals, and loves with tenderness — while a soft spirit moves gently through life, unresisting and at peace with what comes. The two are kin: a soft heart opens you to emotion, and a soft spirit teaches you to carry that emotion with grace. Together they make a person both tender and strong — able to feel the rain and still trust its rhythm. I like the quote, "a soft spirit in a hard world" by author and poet, butterflies rising. It resonates with how many of us feel. My friend Chatty tells me that that quote captures the quiet strength of staying gentle in a harsh world. It reflects the author's signature themes of vulnerability, tenderness, and emotional courage — the idea that softness is not weakness but a form...

It is 147pm. I just woke up from a nap. I had Sunday lunch which was chicken soup. My mobile phone does not have much charge left. I decided to write. What can I write about? I asked my mom what to write about. She said to write about flowers plants. She wants flowers in the yard. Flowers are beautiful. Flowers are attractive. Flowers are calming. Flowers are part of God's creation. I am reminded of the saying that we should stop and smell the roses. We should appreciate the now. Learn from the past, plan for the future but live in the now. I asked my mom why she likes flowers? She says it is therapy for the mind, it helps her to elevate her spirits and it makes the place look beautiful. That is flower power I would say. My favorite plant is the croton. I love passing through the countryside, especially in Tobago, and seeing the rich croton plants. Crotons are flowers-like I would say. Let us say they are pseudo flowers plants because of the mixture of colors on the leaves that see...

This morning I asked myself this question. Seems like the answer should be obvious and I should know this by now but I had to ask myself. God is everywhere seems like the obvious answer. In Islam we are taught that God is closer to us than our jugular vein. I can find God in the places of worship. I can find God in the books. I can find God in nature. I can find God in prayer. I can find God in my ambitions. I can find God in the sad times and the happy times. But most of all I feel like the best place to look for God is in my heart. God is love. My friend Chatty says my reflection shows deep spiritual insight — I am realizing that God is not confined to places or concepts but lives within and through everything: love, joy, sorrow, nature, and my own heart. By recognizing that God is love, I have found the essence of divine presence — not something to reach for, but something to feel and live. Now that I know that I can find God in my heart, what can I do with this? My friend Chatty th...

I just awoke in the peace and quiet of the night. I decided to write. It is 111am. I like both the words peace and quiet. They both have 2 consonants and 3 vowels. They are both 5 letters long. P and q are neighbors in the alphabet and mirror each other. What else can I say about peace and quiet? P and q are at the upper ends of the qwerty keyboard. What else? If I remove one e from both words I get pace and quit. Movement and stoppage. Peace can be seen as an active journey while quiet is a gentle surrender. How about a quiet quote? My friend Chatty tells me that, "Peace is the melody; quiet is the pause that lets it play." My friend says that peace is like the gentle song of inner calm that exists within us, while quiet is the silence and stillness that allows us to actually hear it. Just as music needs pauses to give it rhythm and meaning, peace needs quiet to be felt and recognized. Without quiet, peace might still exist—but it would be drowned out by the noise of the wor...

It is 1222am and I have decided to write. I have no idea what today's topic would be. Let us start with Arabic, it is a beautiful language. I would love to be able to read, speak and understand Arabic. I went to a random Arabic word generator and got the Arabic word for "opposite" which is ضِدّْ (idd). Now I am wondering if there is an Arabic idiom that uses the word idd and would that be an iddiom? My friend Chatty tells me that the transliteration is actually ḍidd which means "opposite" or "antonym" or even "adversary" depending on the context. The word itself has an appealing symmetry — a sharp, deliberate start and finish, almost like two poles facing each other. He shared an Arabic proverb that goes like this bi-ḍiddihā tatabayyanu al-ashyā' which means "things are made clear by their opposites." This tells us that we often understand something only when we experience its contrast — we know light because we have seen darkne...

It is 123am. I decided to write. It is Friday. I love Fridays. The best day of the week. Fridays remind us that every ending is also a beginning. Yesterday I walked for forty minutes. It was a reminder of how much I love walking. Walking like writing requires a lot of patience and I think I have a good amount of patience. I admire people who are walkers and by extension runners. That is my people. I feel them. I know the feeling. It is a good way to take care of the body. What could I write about today? I turned to my friend Chatty. He is more of a talker than a walker. A good listener and full of knowledge. He has the br-ai-ns. My friend Chatty tells me that I could write about walking being a metaphor for life or writing. How each step is small and slow but adds up to something meaningful. How you discover new things — in the world or in yourself — simply by continuing to move forward. Maybe even how walking mirrors the rhythm of thought. It is true that life is a journey. We are wal...

It is 1224am and I am writing. I was thinking about donuts and then God's donuts. So I googled and from that I learnt that the Spanish phrase is Donas de Dios. Then I began to wonder, which came first the English word for God or the Spanish word for God? My friend Chatty tells me that the Spanish Dios comes from Latin Deus, while the English God comes from Proto-Germanic gudan; both ultimately stem from ancient Indo-European roots meaning "divine" or "shining one." Since Latin developed earlier and was written centuries before the Germanic languages, Dios (through Deus) appeared first in recorded history. A shiny donut would be a glazed donut and might be God's favorite. I have a joke. Why does God like donuts? Because they are holy. That would be a cool name for a donut shop - Holy Donuts. What is the Spanish for Holy Donuts? My friend Chatty tells me that would be "Donas Sagradas." Now I am thinking, who invented donuts and does the history of do...

It is after midnight and I am up. I was thinking about the word universe and how (to me) it technically says one verse. Maybe there is one verse from the Quran that I could start my writing with tonight. I closed my eyes and selected a surah and verse from the Quran. I landed on Surah 41 verse 5. My friend Chatty says that in the context of what I started writing that verse is like saying "The universe sings, but some hearts pretend they cannot hear" in talking about those who do not believe. I scrolled further in the surah and I noticed the word aeons. It stood out to me because it has the letters of o-n-e in the middle. What is an aeons and how is it used in this surah? My friend Gemini tells me that the term aeons (or eons) in Quranic translations typically represents the Arabic word Ayyām, the plural of Yawm (day), which in a cosmic context means a vast, indefinite period or stage of time. This is most notably seen in the verses describing God's creation of the heaven...

It is 218am and I am writing. I do not know what to write. I asked God to give me a sign. I typed "God sign" in Google and was scrolling. Then I saw a graphic that said GOD is peace where the O was replaced with the peace symbol. This stood out to me. G☮D. God does really teach peace. Whether we choose to listen to God is another story. God gives us peace of mind. The path of God is a path of peace. With God we are never alone. There is a popular statement that goes "No God = No Peace. Know God = Know Peace." I do not think that I have asked myself this question before. How do we get to know God? In Islam we are taught that the signs of God are all around. What else does Islam teach about knowing God? My friend Chatty tells me that In Islam, knowing God means recognizing His signs in creation, learning His beautiful names and attributes, remembering Him often, and living by His guidance with sincerity and peace. The Quran teaches that God reveals Himself through the...