Gratitude: London Rain

Today I’m grateful for… Tears. Heartfelt, lifelong connections, across all barriers of time and distance. Witnessing unselfish, spontaneous generosity. Feeling beautiful again through someone else’s eyes. The nostalgia I feel when each new adventure comes to an end, and new friends well made must be hugged goodbye, my world expanded just a little further and … More Gratitude: London Rain

Contrasts

Written 27th September 2019. It feels so impossible to grasp the capacity we may have in our lifetimes to impact the world positively and uniquely, and to keep conscious of our choices, our contributions, and the moments of happiness that remain endlessly within our grasp when we shift our expectations and perspectives. I know I … More Contrasts

Cherry Blossom Delight and Jazz on U Street: DC Adventures

Written on the 1st April 2019 It has become something of a tradition of mine to reflect in writing on my travels to new countries whist traveling homewards again. Part of the tradition generally includes listening to a mix of new artists and old favourite songs on the onboard entertainment system while I write, links … More Cherry Blossom Delight and Jazz on U Street: DC Adventures

Addis

One week ago, I was sitting in a café in OR Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg, my taste buds puzzling over the sour sweetness of over-strong lemonade as I waited for my second flight of the day, set to whisk me across the continent to Ethiopia. I had few clear expectations of the week to … More Addis

Cameroonian Dreaming

As I strolled towards the boarding gate for the first of four flights taking me to Yaoundé, Cameroon, I felt a skip in my step I haven’t felt for some time. The excitement of traveling somewhere entirely new finally flooded through me, and I found myself unexpectedly grinning, joy bubbling up. My worries about visas, … More Cameroonian Dreaming

London Love

London was the first city I, farm-born and wilderness-drawn, ever learnt to love: and the city in which I learnt to really love, rather than operating predominantly from a ‘need’ to be loved. It is a city in which my heart sometimes felt torn apart, but in reality was merely cracked wider open, teaching me … More London Love

Flying Solo

(written last night – but I only managed to find WiFi at the hotel reception tonight to post it) I love flying. After re-reading and reflecting on that simple statement, I feel the need to broaden it a somewhat: I love to travel. As I sit here, enjoying the perspective over the mountains below, the solitary yet … More Flying Solo