Appreciating the Heart

“Very few people understand the heart. In truth, your heart is one of the masterpieces of creation. It is a phenomenal instrument. It has the potential to create vibrations and harmonies that are far beyond the beauty of pianos, strings, or flutes. You can hear an instrument, but you feel your heart. And if you … More Appreciating the Heart

London Snow

‘White is the color of the new, the pure, the pristine. It is also the color of soul free of the body, of spirit unencumbered by the physical. It is the color of the essential nourishment, mother’s milk. Conversely, it is the color of the dead, of things which have lost their rosiness, their flush … More London Snow

Facing the Shadows

My mother’s favourite author was Ursula K. Le Guin. After many years of dreaming of it, she finally wrote a letter to ‘her Ursula’, expressing how important her writing had been to her, and she received a brief but delightful, and heartfelt, reply. I stumbled across it when I was back in South Africa for my mother’s … More Facing the Shadows

Giving Sorrow Words

I read a little of Rebecca Abrams’ ‘When Parents Die’  this evening, which my friend Garry, whose father died while he was 12, lent me. It arrived with a heart warming note inside: ‘I hope that when you find time to read this book, you find solace. I know I did, even after many years! … More Giving Sorrow Words

Birthdays

My best friend, Cate, turned 30 today, and suddenly my thirties seem less intimidating. It has reminded me that we don’t change on our birthdays, no matter how much we use them as milestones. On each birthday, the only thing that feels different from the day before or after is my excitement about cake and … More Birthdays