New Years Eve. It’s that time of the year where we stop and reflect on life’s journey over the last 12 months. Where we’ve been, what we’ve achieved, what we could have done better. And, perhaps most importantly, where we are headed next. The reflection is all the more significant this year, being also the …
I found myself deeply connected with this land of contrasts. I discovered that I had loved losing myself in the chaotic heartbeat of everyday life here; the quirky cities, the surging crowds, the delicious smells and tastes.
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 …
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 …
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She lost herself in tumbling streets, beside canals lit with fireflies flickering like stars. She walked among couples, hand in hand, whispering the secrets of the chosen into ears, and necks, and lips. She lost herself in alleyway bars, with milk-crate stools, and tumblers of warm amber that burnt away the memories of another’s touch. …
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 …
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I’ll admit that when my husband suggested Bosnia as part of our three month honeymoon adventure, I hesitated. My initial thoughts flew to abandoned buildings, water dripping on to rusting corrugated iron, and walls riddled with bullet holes. I googled ‘landmines in Bosnia’ and immediately wished that I hadn’t. I mentioned our plans to my …
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For as long as I can remember, there has been a part of me that longs for the sublime. A niggle that urges me to head off on an eternal adventure, filling my freedom bucket as I roam from exquisite valley to roaring river, stopping only to gaze at nature’s marvels along the way. It’s a dream …
Silent trees stand solemn, guarding the secrets of the ancients. Ripples on the river, lazily chasing each other across a mirrored surface. There is no urgency here. Time stands still, And I, with it. A symphony of birds are my alarm clock, My soul awakens gently Stretching itself out towards the tendrils of sunshine That …
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 …