Reflecting in my garden
I end up philosophising in my garden. I’ll never know why. It’s probably the contact with soil, the silence, the connection with my parents, the beauty of nature. There is just so much that brings solace in those moments spent there. The image of my garden will never make it to a gallery, but I’m not […]
Nana
I am astounded at our capacity to forge bonds.Today was a day to remember my first such bond. My Grandma. Nana as we used to call her.It was this day in 2001 that she passed on. I still remember her last words to me. She was unwell the whole night and all her family came […]