The journey, home, into my heart.
We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading
We closed down the café under a pink September sky, and walked slowly along the river bank. As we came to the point where our paths parted, she gave me one of her big… Continue reading
It’s 3 in the morning but I can’t sleep. I blame the fact that the full moon is in Scorpio and the icon Prince just passed on for my sudden emotional need for… Continue reading
From this shady garden cafe, with old French colonial, rusty steel and romantic rose decor, I forget for a moment that I am in India. Ambient jazz and acoustic guitar mingles with expat… Continue reading
In the last dying day of the year, I let out a sigh. Someone holds me tight, and I realize, how much grief I carry, how much healing I crave. Palm trees are… Continue reading
I am back in Ubud. Ubud is back in me. This time is different though. This time I am staying. At least long enough to know, where to go from here. And so… Continue reading
I am cruising down the roads of Bali on a a scooter. In the periphery of my eyes: rice fields and palm tree-fringed landscapes, distant temples, street food warungs, a continuous flow of… Continue reading
The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it. Gene Amole
I am at the early stages of changing career. At the same time, I’ve been doing it all along. I have always been kind and caring, social and service-minded. Whether I was scanning… Continue reading
A few photos from a week’s travel around South and Central Sri Lanka, including places like Galle, Weligama, Ella, Nuwara Eliya, Kandy and Colombo.
We had a plan. We were in it together. Until I made other plans. The decision had been growing like a storm in my head for weeks, maybe longer. A whisper that had… Continue reading