Tag Archive: Writing

Casa Colombo and interesting Feng Shui

The rain is pouring down outside the open windows at Casa Colombo Hotel. Inside, I am comfortably curled up into a big rotting arm chair with a large mango lassi. The large ceiling… Continue reading

Sleepless in Sri Lanka

In a hotel room in Colombo, I escape the world for a while.  So much has changed, I need to reassure myself. I am here. I am alive. The last few weeks in… Continue reading

The greater plan

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

Make light

I wake up with a heavy head. Not because of a wild night out (I wish) No, rather a lurking notion of yesterday’s evening. Sleepless tears over a cup of tea, with you… Continue reading

Let it happen

The sky has been crying for days. Sometimes a light weeping, misty drizzle, a sad but solaced surrender.  Sometimes a ripped up, heavy-hearted, downpour. There have been moments when the clouds have cleared… Continue reading

Start: writing

I haven’t slept, and what does it matter now. It’s a new day and there is so much work to be done. But it’s cold and gloomy outside. So I just lay here,… Continue reading

Breezy beach thoughts

I find myself on a beautiful beach, with a name of many vocals, on an island in Greece. On my one side, the turquoise water gently laps the shoreline, where tourists and locals… Continue reading

A silent summer sigh

The last breath of July came as a silent sigh. This is the summer that never happened. But I embrace the change of season, despite autumn arriving about a month too soon. This… Continue reading

Turns to be taken

I’m sitting here, curled up in my bed, safe and sound in a big comfy robe, sipping on a glass of red. I’m rounding up a great day, spent with new and old… Continue reading

What are you going to write about?

What are you going to write about, he asks. As if there was a subject. A task to be completed. He only asks because he’s curious. Perhaps a little intrigued. But I get… Continue reading