writer. traveller. life unraveller.
Years ago, when high up in the Himalayan mountains during a spiritual yoga retreat, I adopted a behaviour as a strategy for surviving marital separation. It’s called the Laughing Dying Cockroach. One lies flat on her back, kicking her arms and legs in the air while busting a most shameless gut-splitting laugh, using her anger,... Continue Reading →
There is no exit point here Only an entry I may sit at the threshold, resisting or walk into it, trusting I may stand at its very centre yet still know nothing I may be touched again and again with thoughts, criticisms, judgements an aching knee a heavy heart a mad desire yet not ask... Continue Reading →
Photo courtesy a beautiful man named Mik Rossi ❤️ How do you say goodbye to a year like 2020? With a lift of your hat and a sardonic smile concealing an under-your-breath growl––good riddance, through gnashed teeth perhaps? Everything happens for a reason, they say. Our biggest challenges are our greatest teachers, they also say.... Continue Reading →
One of the most prominent questions a long-term traveller has is should I stay or should I go? The Clash had something to say about this. The reality is that we are all long-term travellers, whether we stay in one place our entire lives or move consistently from country to country. No one stays in... Continue Reading →
Recently, I decided that a great way to spend each birthday is to celebrate someone I aspire to be like. Someone with magic good-person dust, willing to sprinkle it into my needy, greedy palms. So on the eve of 38 (written four long years ago), I salute Ms Kerry and thank her, not just for... Continue Reading →
Meet Murray Robson.... This guy is a cracker, a loose cannon, a judgemental narcissist and the funniest, most blatantly honest guy I’ve ever met. I met him on my overnight bus from Bangkok to Pakse, Laos and I liked him immediately. His smiley eyes and toothless grin revealed his good intentions and natural roughness. His... Continue Reading →
It’s easy to pay lip-service to a word like gratitude, isn’t it? To find a hundred reasons every day to be grateful isn’t a difficult or time-consuming task. It merely requires us to look around at where we live and notice the comforts, the roof over our heads, the people in our lives that love... Continue Reading →
Listen here and please forgive my attempt at basic Thai!! There’s this lovely woman in Chiang Mai who reminds me of a tea cozy. She wears slacks like my grandma did and starched floral blouses, and she has baby-fine salt and pepper hair and friendly eyes looking out of a soft round face. She... Continue Reading →
Last week, I went to the hospital for some minor tests, and as I sat waiting for the doctor, I started feeling a bit sorry for myself. For recent events and for the dreaded impending blood samples about to be extracted from my plump, juicy vein via a most hated hoojie––a needle. I watched an... Continue Reading →
At long last, our stay in Bali reached its end. Three months sped by through a process of one hot sunny day, bleeding into the next, until we arrived at week’s end and wondered where the time went. Into laptops and lazy evenings spent stargazing while drinking hot peppermint tea, wondering why I’m drinking hot... Continue Reading →
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