Tag Archives: writing
On why I haven’t written for so long, and the future of this blog and my writing.
On dancing in my underwear, breathing pollution, my growing affection for Bangkok, still not speaking Thai, and achieving more than I expected.
On settling into Bangkok, not speaking Thai, making friends, and silly fears
On writing postcards and loving London
Some thoughts on Monet’s Garden now that the exhibition is over. I visited Monet’s Garden for the second time last Thursday morning. This time I went alone and there were so many more people. The quite din of cultured conversation hummed throughout the gallery as people entered the paintings around me. There was no space […]
A sad day, and it is sunny. The world is laughing at your expense. A sad day, and it is raining. The world is adding to your sorrows. A sad day, and the sun is out. The world is offering you some quiet solace. A sad day, and rain is falling. The world is crying […]
Naked, she stood under the benign force of a raging storm; Its warm mist seeps into her broken soul, and the swift rains drown out her silent cries. Quiet. And the storm has passed; She stares with empty eyes of apprehension into the fading clouds – unsure when they might return. Laughter: calls […]
Uncertainty invites all sorts of monsters into the soul – Fear, irrationality and regret. But perhaps most troubling of all is curiosity – Curiosity of the reckless sort. Quietly, reassuringly you’ll be led to the places of your dreams. At your feet you’ll see the black sea and the rhythm of deadly waves – […]