I don’t really know where my love for Italy began, but as I walked these beautiful ancient streets, I was enthralled by beauty and history all rolled into one. Church bells rang out Ave’ Maria and caused my heart to sing, making me want to spin with with excitement. Sheer overwhelming joy of being in … More Italy and the Angel
I’ve decided I don’t much like Rome in the summertime. I guess it’s not really summer yet but it’s hot, hot hot. Tourists following those dreaded flags walk en’ mass, blocking little cobbled lanes and I’m glad I’m not one of them. Eventually, I settled for an afternoon spritz, just to catch my breath. It’s … More A Journey’s End
I’ve spent the past weeks running out early every morning trying to beat the birds to my fig tree and most times I have. I’m blessed to have figs, figs in plenty after what looked like an ominous early sign of NO FIGS – WHAT NO FIGS!! I was a wee bit worried. You see … More Lessons from my Fig Tree
Sometimes one comes to a place in ones life where we can feel “held” not hemmed in so to speak, just held. Just when I begin to feel that maybe I can move past my disappointments, even regrets and just get on with life in this holding bay, something comes to shake my status quo … More A Holding Bay
At the dawn of spring I walked down the wooden stairs from our deck past the pool in need of some love and breathed in the smell of the morning air. I love spring. The warm days and cold nights seem to make me come alive again and my heart brims with hope and expectancy … More Spring Will Come
I’ve just discovered this FB page called “No Sidebar”. A friend tagged me on an article (see here) entitled “because I don’t want the things the world wants for me” after she finished reading my blog called torn betwixt my dreams and just being I realise that there’s a whole world of people out there who just want … More A Simple Life
Some days quite frankly I am OVERWHELMED by social media and all the voices simultaneously urging me to be somebody, to build something, to chase those dreams, to grab them with two hands and not let go lest I be MEDIOCRE or even worse than that of a FAILURE. Some days I wish I could silence them all, … More torn betwixt my dreams and just being
