Shifting seasons

The air is breathing, short and sharp with the freshness of its chill. The days are starting to feel the premature cut to their lazy long glory of summertime. And I’m feeling the bite of the cold, like the affections of a lover whose touch is no longer desired, whose presence is a distraction fromContinue reading “Shifting seasons”

A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting

It’s stupid o’clock in the night when I start to write this post. I’m not suffering so much from jet lag, as from a kind of social adjustment problem. My bubble has burst. My seven month bubble in a tropical haven, a Wonderland beyond Alice’s wildest dreams, where we danced round bonfires to the beatContinue reading “A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting”

Blurred lines

How are you feeling this Monday morning? Like you’ve had an energising and refreshing weekend, and now ready to start a new week? Or like the days are all blurred together, the boundary between rest” time and “work” time nothing but a foggy idea, a distant dream that fades quicker every time you try andContinue reading “Blurred lines”

Inner child

“I listen to my inner child, yeh the girl within she knows, who I am and what I want; I’ll follow her until the end…” When we reconnect with the child inside us, with the spirit that is untainted and unconstrained by the prison shackles of society, we can discover afresh the wonder of life;Continue reading “Inner child”