king’s day boating in Amsterdam

I had the good fortune to spend this weekend in Amsterdam with my sister, her partner, their baby and a few friends. It was King’s Day weekend. Starting on Thursday, the buzz around this quaint city filled the streets as people got ready for the evening’s shenanigans to come – marking out with tape the…

Everyone is responsible

As we all grow up, we go through many life experiences that influence our character traits and personalities. For me, it really isn’t either nurture or nature that moulds us, but definitely both of them to varying degrees. The last few years I have been active in regards to raising awareness of climate change, the…

chasing extreme dreams

Back in 2016, I had decided that I was quite bored of living in a city, and working for an investment fund. I was becoming quite lazy – essentially losing my will to do anything positive or life-changing for myself. I was so focused on short-term, less than fulfilling, distractions, such as social media, and…

the egg, by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off,…

time moves on

The longest day of the year has just passed and the full moon will shine this weekend. The sky is still light with a multitude of blue, purple and pink hues and time still rolls on. But we are just specks in existence, our own importance so tiny in the bigger scheme of things. Written…

seek, see, love and do

A beautiful friend of mine found the following on Facebook and linked me to it… I think she could tell how fully I can relate, and I love her all the more for knowing my soul inside out: I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full…

enjoying a winter wonderland

Where have I been the last couple of months? Well, I am not going to kid myself and say that there has been anyone who reads this blog who has actually thought that, but I’d like to stroke my own ego for a moment… I have actually been all over the place, and really didn’t…

A. E. Housman: A Shropshire Lad

From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither; here am I. Now – for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart – Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now, and I will answer; How shall…

I love those moments…

I drive along country roads in autumn; warm, vibrant, coloured leaves fall from the trees, dancing, twirling around the top of the car in front, and swirling in a mini hurricane that I drive through unseen. Waking up on a Saturday morning in my own bed, not hungover, and realising I don’t have to work…