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I am a soccer mom (also known as – Growing Up)
I am a soccer mom. See that woman standing on the edge of the field yelling at the kids. Turns out, that’s me. I know you’re not supposed to, and I hated it when my father did exactly the same thing, but I can’t seem to help myself. If I was playing, I am positive…
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Is forty really the new thirty?
They say that forty is the new thirty, but quite frankly, when you’ve had two children and a decade too many Lindt Balls, I don’t somehow think so. Certainly there is no way I could fit into the skin tight jeans I wore back in the days. And I am definitely a lot more saggy and…
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Death
I have no words, still after all this time no words As though your death has rendered me speechless The blank paper beseeches me to remember you But my thoughts are like paper confetti Blown away in an sudden breeze. How do I put in simple phrases The complex man you once were How do…
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End of the Race
I am tired of this race This endless race With hurdles to jump And goals to embrace I am tired of feeling not quite good enough And burdened down with all this stuff That means nothing to me I suddenly find I have no wish to be so defined With a trophy shelf on my…
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Red Balloon
I wish I was a balloon Red with trailing tie, Drifting in a summer’s breeze In a clear blue sky. I wish I could just let go And float, free and clear Watch the earth far below. Empty, free from fear. I wish I could create a space That was quiet and still Where I…
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For a Moment
Let us stop for a minute and drink wine Or champagne, If you have the time Outside the window the world grows colder A little more black, a little bit older And soon darkness will greet us Attempt to defeat us With rivers of sorrow to cross But just for this moment we’ll Pretend That…
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Moholoholo
Moholoholo Rehabilitation Centre nestles beneath the towering crags of the Drakensberg, in the dry bushland of Mpumalanga Province, South Africa. It is a place where passion for the welfare of Africa’s incredible wildlife is palpable. You get the strong sense of a small team of committed individuals striving to make a difference in the face…
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The Rhythm of the Bush
Life here in the African bush has a regular cadence. A rhythm of peaceful relaxation and calm introspection, driven by the light of the day and the distance from everything. There is no urgency, no plan of action. We climb into the Land Rover, all open to the wild and trek around the park, peering…
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The African Elephant
I wish I wrote well enough to describe the majesty of the African Elephant. I wish I had enough persuasion in my pen to make those who seek to destroy this magnificent animal for the sake of ivory chopsticks, a symbol of recently acquired wealth (but a devastating lack of wisdom), sit back of realise…
