Looking at the stars

Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash I feel at peace when I look up at the stars. We lived in the jungles of Borneo when I was a baby. My mother says the stars looked as big as dinner plates in the night sky. You can’t see the stars in London. Too much light pollution.... Continue Reading →

My tree

If I had to describe myself as a tree, it’ll have to be these cherry blossom trees in London. They’re migrants. Just like me. Planted far from home and thriving in their new environment. For bloganuary. Describe yourself as a tree.

World Changer?

Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com I'm not sure how I'm changing the world. It's hard enough to change me. Everyone wants to save the earth; nobody wants to help mom do the dishes.P.J. O'Rourke, All the Trouble in the World We're headed to the end of bloganuary, and today the WordPress team is asking how... Continue Reading →

My Playlist

Photo by Vlad Bagacian on Pexels.com Oh no! I have no music playlist! I came across this one on Spotify in my attempt to post something for today's bloganuary challenge. But while the music sounds terrific, I have no idea who most of the artists are! If I did have a playlist, maybe I’ll have... Continue Reading →

All By Myself

Photo by Jeswin Thomas on Pexels.com I like being alone. Sometimes. I do my best work in solitude. I usually don't have to go searching for it. Especially since the pandemic and we all started working from home. My son goes to school. My husband leaves for work. I'm left alone in our London flat... Continue Reading →

My Favourite Part

That time I got a henna tattoo and loved it 🥰 I like my hands. They’re not particularly beautiful but they’re crafty. I enjoy sewing with them. Making stuff with them. Cooking with them if I’m in the mood. They help me turn book pages. Feel rough and smooth textures. Clap out my joy. Type... Continue Reading →


My faith in Christ helps me endure. It gives me hope for a better world. It helps me feel strong when I am weak. I remember having the following song on repeat when I was feeling fragile. It’s not particularly theologically sound, but it reminded me that I am loved by God who died for... Continue Reading →

An Unforgotten Dream

I remember a vivid dream. I dreamt it many years ago. I was walking through a lush garden. In the dim light the trees and shrubs seemed to glow a vivid green. Running through the garden was a small stream that ended in a glittering pond. In that pond were koi of different colours. I... Continue Reading →

An Interview With Anne Wentworth

Photo by Sebastian Coman Photography on Pexels.com Thank you so much for your time Mrs Wentworth. Will you give our readers a brief introduction of yourself? My name is Anne Wentworth. I am wife to Captain Fredrick Wentworth. A daughter to Sir Walter Elliot of Kellynch Hall. And sister to Elizabeth and Mary. Who were... Continue Reading →

A Favourite Quote

I have many favourite quotes. What I’m drawn to changes depending on my day, my mood, the lesson I may need to learn. The following is from 1 Corinthians 13. Just the first three verses. The ones that are usually ignored in wedding ceremonies as people rush to talk about the nature of love in... Continue Reading →

When The Wall Came Down

Photo by Morgana Bartolomei on Unsplash 9 November 1989. If I could time travel, I would go back to that date. I would head to Berlin and watch the wall come down. I was alive when it happened. I was 13 years old. We were living in Hobart. I had started my first year of high school. Our... Continue Reading →

A cherished photo

I shared this image on this blog in 2018 under the title Beloved. But the image is much older than that. It was taken back when Instagram still had borders. It's an image of my husband and son. Taken one perfectly ordinary evening. We were walking to an ice cream store near our home to... Continue Reading →

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