I stepped off the plane into the Nairobi night, expecting to be hit by a wall of heat, like I’d read in books. I was waiting for something akin to opening the door of a blast furnace and stepping inside, the cool, air-conditioned plane switched for a boiling inferno in spite of the late hour.…
Right now…I want to talk to you. Just you. Just for a few moments. Can you spare me that?
I believe with all my heart that most people are mostly good, when it comes down to it. Whilst many of our actions can be interpreted as self-serving (and indeed, some of them will be), I have confidence that humans on the whole are a caring sort of bunch, who frequently act on their altruistic natures…
ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! Each time this topic has fluttered close to being brought up, I’ve shut it down. Each time the discussions and opinions have flown back and forth, I’ve steered clear. Each time a friend has expressed an opinion either way, I’ve ducked out of saying anything meaningful, or changed the subject, or been…
The days seem to get increasingly darker, with more and more atrocities being committed in ever more appalling ways. The days here are getting increasingly darker, noticeably now, as the sunsets come earlier each evening and night extinguishes the last rays of light from the sky ever-sooner.
“Don’t you feel as though this week has just flown by?” I looked up slowly, allowing the question to percolate alongside the knowledge, like a sudden slap, that WonderAunty’s week has clearly been an other-end-of-the-spectrum experience from mine. Chin still in hand, fingers dangling in my book to keep my place, I watched her whizz around…
Life has multiple lessons for us, daily, if we’re open to learning. I confess, I’m often not; often distracted or too busy or too caught up in my own agenda. Sometimes I just don’t want to learn, preferring the childish (but effective) approach of sticking my fingers in my ears, screwing my eyes shut, and…
72% of the UK have had their say. Card in hand, they flocked to polling stations in unprecedented numbers, to exercise their right (and responsibility) to vote. They battled (some of them) through thunderous, flooding, torrents in order to make their opinion known, and speculation was rife as to which side would win.
ALL THE SHOUTING IN THE WORLD WON’T MAKE YOU LISTEN…but if you really, truly heard, would it inspire you to speak? What is it that needs to change? What compels us turn a deaf ear, a blind eye, and a cold shoulder to situations where our voices, used correctly, could be game-changers? All the Bads of…
“Hey baby, I could be your drug; I could be your new addiction…” Everybody Talks – Neon Trees If, in light of recent atrocities, you find it gauche that I’d write about something as frivolous as my ongoing (and yet somehow still brand new) battle with sugar and shape, then this place is either somewhere…
