Her hands, strong and articulate, Drawing air-pictures Whilst describing new perspectives. Digging earth to bring its bounty forth, Or climbing rock – She touched the world, and so it touched her back. Her hands that bathed my newborn flesh; They wiped my tears, And across distance wrote to soothe my fears. Those hands … More My Mother’s Hands
Sunday 26/06/11 I am sitting in Cape Town International Airport, waiting to board my flight home. I haven’t written anything since I was coming in to land here four days ago; I haven’t even had a chance to read through what I wrote then.
Tuesday 21/06/2011 I am sitting in Heathrow airport, as the evening of the longest day of the year draws in, the sky a hazy and sun-splashed blue. Today has not been a good day, and I feel somewhat torn between looking back over it to try and analyse why, and simply looking forwards to the … More Thoughts from an aeroplane #1: London to Cape Town
I was very pleased to hear from Dirk yesterday that they had arrived safely in London (despite nearly missing their plane from Inverness), and from Anna today that they are back home in Cape Town safe and sound.