One Day in the Big Apple: A New York Adventure

I sleep, but the city doesn’t. She thrums gently, a living creature, whose gentle breath blows in over my tiny Times Square hotel room. Horns honk and sirens blare. People shout and laugh, and the booming bass of someone’s stereo is absorbed by the rhythm of the city. A thousand feet tread paths into the …

Do you wanna build a Snowman: An Iceland Adventure

I stepped out of Reykjavik airport into a scene from a movie. The world’s canvas had been transformed, with every surface caressed by pure white snow. It stretched, untouched, for as far as the eye could see. It was eerily still, silent, with only the soft crunching of our new snow boots to remind us that we were …

3 Challenges that Petrified me & how I Slayed Them

Deep in the midst of the year that wasn’t, gripped by a darkness that I couldn’t see beyond, I did a lot of self-work with the help of a professional counsellor. I discovered a great deal about myself and about my behavioural patterns. One of the most damaging, I came to see, was that when …

From Mist to Memories: Tracking Gorillas in Uganda

  It’s dark when we wake, and hard to leave our snug nest of blankets to step into the early morning chill pervading our cottage. Peering outside we can see the mist has rolled in overnight, an eerie ghost, disguising the mountain peaks in smoke-like cloud. We dress quickly, with nervous anticipation. We have no …

Lullaby by the Sea.

“Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me.” In the twilight we drink tea, hold hands and watch, enchanted, as nature’s fireworks dance across the horizon. Electrical storms spiral like screaming tornados into the waiting ocean, and the sky blazes violet-white behind shifting storm clouds. We look up in wonder at a precious glimpse of heaven, gone …

Finding a Message in a Bottle. {Poem}

  The secrets of the universe sheathed in glass, shielded from prying eyes. Her small fingers wrap longingly around the delicate bottle, cradling it gently to her chest. She knows that once she lets the world inside, there can be no return to the ecstasy of her unconscious imaginings. Only the rugged cork guards the …