Tag Archive: Time

The last post

It’s the last days of 2016.  9 years have passed since I started writing this blog, in my sunny kitchen in Cape Town, South Africa. A journey that took me all around the… Continue reading

Mr Winter (ten years later)

The world is ever changing we remain the same Mr Winter is walking home alone wondering what became of young lovers on a pavement in a place without a name I belong to… Continue reading

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

Pockets of time

Some moments are like pockets You reach into them empty handed And surprised by the synchronicity And simplicity of it all You can’t help but smile Like you just found a key To… Continue reading

There is no end, only new beginnings

It’s been exactly one month since I left Ubud. Those last hours, before leaving, feels both like yesterday and a life time ago. It was late in the evening and I was alone… Continue reading

The magic of Bali Spirit Festival

There is no doubt that Ubud has a spiritual energy. The smell of incense offered outside temples and altars. The face of devotion, dignity and dedication, in the eyes of the Balinese. The… Continue reading

The Alchemy of Dreams

Alchemy: any magical power or process of transmuting a common substance, usually of little value, into a substance of great value It was two days before my 30th birthday. I had finally found… Continue reading

Catching up in Goa

Catching a night bus from the South East Coast to the South West, from Chennai to Goa, I travelled for 24 hours straight, crammed between two snoring men and with a broken ventilation… Continue reading

Dust if you must

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if… Continue reading

It’s a wild one

Inspired by the rain that is pouring down, I too sit down to pour my soul. No one here to catch me but myself. I try to capture the essence of what is… Continue reading