A Poetic Adventure

Do you ever march straight out the front door, Without an inkling or idea of what is in store? . When you hit that point where you’ve just had enough Do you just let things go, and stop being tough? . Should you go right? Should you go left? Should you set out and just…

Glasses

Organised or orderly?

I used to live under the misguided impression I was organised. One day, I woke up and asked myself, if I was so organised, why am I so far behind on almost everything? Then I had an epiphany. My behaviour and tendencies were not so much about being organised but about being orderly. What is…

Heart

Project Life 365 – A Slice of January

Photography has become a growing passion especially since I started using Instagram in June 2011 and also joined my first of 19 photo-a-day challenges. This year, I felt the need to take a fresh approach. I didn’t just want to merely snap an image along a theme. I wanted to mull over the theme and…

Journey

Another bend in my blogging journey

If you’ve followed blogs for a while, you will inevitably notice that bloggers tend to have epiphanies somewhere along their journey about their purpose for blogging, the direction of their blog, their branding. I started this blog to create and connect mostly through my writing. I grew up with the thought of possibly being a…

Hand in Hand - Old & New; Past & Future by ChrisK4U

Family: Life and Legacy

{image credit} As I’ve gotten older, the urgency has grown to collect my parent’s stories as a legacy for my own children. Yet while my thoughts have been drawn to history, it’s become obvious that my parents thoughts, goals and desires are most focused on their futures, on being alive and the years of life…

Emotions of joy or jealousy?

State of play

Do you ever read your old blog posts and find your old self preaching to your now self? I find myself in such a strange place with my blog. I’ve been posting less for some time now, yet I’ve 46 neglected drafts in my draft folder. I just re-read my post “I have to write”…

Chasing Light

One of the first impressions my husband left on me was how he was a glass half-full kind of person. That impression clubbed me over the head because I’m a glass half-empty kind of person. And yet I am grateful I’ve never had to experience the despair of my glass being empty. Somehow, somewhere, deep…