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On Wide Open Spaces

On Wide Open Spaces

My soul feels a little bit squished at the moment. How can I explain it? Instead of a clean white piece of paper sitting peacefully on a desk, I feel like I’m squashed and crumpled up into a little ball, all my thoughts jumbled together in a messy wad of paper that someone’s about to … Continue reading

Paying Our Respects to Madiba

Paying Our Respects to Madiba

It’s a strange term, isn’t it? Paying. Our. Respects. Because although true respect is earned, it is given for free and is not something you can pay for. Yesterday morning we went to pay our respects to Madiba outside his Houghton home. In the past, I always found shrines like these, all covered in flowers … Continue reading

Home and What it Means

Home and What it Means

Where I’m sitting now, I can see the sea. There’s a breeze and the sun is shining. There are cows in the field behind me, walking lazily next to the fence and munching on some grass. The air is different here, and so is the light. I’m home. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about … Continue reading

Remembering Christmas

Remembering Christmas

Isn’t life just a bit hectic at the moment? Like everyone is on fast forward towards the end of the year and there are so many demands to be met before then. People are tired and stressed and SHOUTY and there just seems to be lots of drama everywhere. I’m holding on to the thought … Continue reading

The Taste of my Childhood

The Taste of my Childhood

I saw my Dad this past weekend and he gave me my mother’s dinner service, which has been in storage since she passed away. It’s the set they got given for their wedding, which was in 1972, and not one plate is missing. From dessert bowels to side plates, all eight pieces are in mint … Continue reading