“We are all made from the stories living inside us.”
Cafe crawling in Berlin, Germany
I stood captivated by their energetic exchange, Salim passionately sharing his favourite poets’ works and Irmgard sparring along, the conversation falling naturally in step, despite us all meeting for the first time…
A veiled evening atop the Acropolis in Athens, Greece
Even though we were in an exposed area on the highest hilltop in Athens, the evening winds muffled out everyone's voices, giving a sense of privacy and containment. Elsie was uneasy about the dark despite…
Our scars
We go through Life collecting wounds; some big, some small, some excruciating, others mild. Those scars that we wear on our hearts are the precious gifts that we give to the people we love so dearly. They are…
Morning coffee and toast with Pachelbel's Canon in D
I love getting lost in happiness and joy everyday. In at that particular moment more than twenty years ago, when it fell on my ears for the first time, I was utterly lost to it…
Just a very nice pastel coloured ceramic cup
I was hunting for one, a well-made one. You know, one that speaks to me. Pastel soothes me and the coarse patterns on a ceramic cup remind me of the roughness of life…