Ready for this: to love someone else
To love someone else: I’m just learning what it really means. Day in & day out. Separated by 1000’s of miles or by
Riro i te ora. Live Adventure. Live Extraordinary.
To love someone else: I’m just learning what it really means. Day in & day out. Separated by 1000’s of miles or by
I’m almost homeless. I haven’t really had a place that was my own since I left the cottage-by-the-sea. I’ve seen glimpses of the
“Next Stop Fassifern!” – the tinny recorded voice over familiar on NSW public transport heralds insistently. The quiet carriage is mercifully quiet as
“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel
“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien “Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember,
I am a walking, talking, living, combination of wanderlust and homebody. The Double Life How very simple life would be If only there
I am back in Australia, back at work, jetlagged, and missing my husband of just a month intensely. I went for a walk
It has been exhilarating and a little off-putting in the planning leading up to Overland From Oz just how much being aware of
In America, I am a Legal Alien. In America, I am an alien. In America, I am a Legal Alien. In America, I
I’m a lateral thinker inclined to make connections between seemingly unrelated things: a naked theologian. In writing about 19th century women poets lately