Let’s be honest, no one likes returning to reality after a memorable holiday, where you’ve eaten and drunk like kings and queens, explored new and interesting places, and expanded your cultural horizons.
Sometimes it can feel as if our lives are on a set route, a track of destiny if you will, and it can be hard to see a change in circumstance, without fantasising about unreasonable and unlikely change.
Life wouldn’t be life if there weren’t any ups and downs. No matter how much we plan and save we can never cover all eventualities.
This week I have been learning about the Sombali language, a regional dialect spoken in the Philippines which uses compass directions (North, South, East and West) to orient themselves.
There are boats here that look like they’ve been moored for years, an aged rugged charm that compliments the calm stillness of the water. The rafts clank and smack together with a sensational sound that reminds me I'm home. Then there is the juxtaposition of life as the gangways creak with footsteps of children carrying [...]
Relaxing gave my brain the chance to think, to reset itself. The stress from the previous week vanished and I was suddenly on a level playing field once more...
Life offers questions and a multitude of pathways which each and every one of you has the opportunity to explore, only there are no reruns, no restarting at the last checkpoint.
As I hastily approach the 700 follower mark on Twitter it begins to hit me, nearly 700 people actually want to see my posts, support my writing and like my tweets.