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.
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 …
I’m self-conscious in my red shoes with a dog bite chunk out of the right heel