During 2017 and 2018 I did a substantial amount of solo overseas travel and learned the value of travelling light.
A few years ago, when the earthquake damaged roads of Christchurch reflected my inner being, a friend lent me his compass. Continue reading “Life Intersections”
The mist has rolled in, silent and insistent. It’s crept under locked doors and into private spaces, obscuring what was. I want to return to when the sun shone every day; when he was strong; when I could call out “Dad can you fix this?” But for the first time in our lives, he can’t. So a fog has settled on the household. Continue reading “It can’t be fixed”
Catching planes and trains is something I’ve done since birth so you’d think at my half a century I’d be well used to it but … Continue reading “Solo Travel – Anxiety”
I’m self-conscious in my red shoes with a dog bite chunk out of the right heel