What shall we be

if not each other’s keeper

when night becomes the grim-reaper


What shall we do

if we can’t salt the earth

and our flint can’t  fire give  birth


What shall we say

of he who had vision but could not see

she who had time but was never free


What shall we offer

to a child who cries for his  mother

when his hunger fuels hate for another


What will we find

when we peer to  depths of our soul

will it be  a mound or a big gaping hole


What shall I tell you

my dear friend – that your heart is on the mend

if we take hands  and give shoulders to lend


Seize this moment to choose a side

will you stand up or seek a place to hide?

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The flaws of humanity–

shredded and torn

tied and knotted

then stitched together

again and again


The flaws of humanity–

stripped and folded

bundled and bartered

then dealing the currency

again and again


The flaws of humanity–

belong to each of us

blood-curdled hands

in marching or folded arms

again and again


Yet still we rise above–

some seek a higher purpose

kissing our blemishes

our bruises and flaws

again and again





When my sky has turned black

And I’m traffic jammed in a cul de sac

A kind soul unexpectedly walks by

Smiles fondly at me, and gently wipes my tears dry



With a soft velvet word

Or a sign that I’ve been heard

A moment in time, yields the most treasured prize

Where captive souls release into ethereal-lit skies



A rare mystery unfolds that escapes definition

It cannot confine to rules, elusive to recognition

It’s just a profound knowing between strangers

Invisibly drawn into a time capsule of exchanges



I’m just a dreamer, looking at life with chimerical lenses

Trying to see behind and beyond the white picket fences

Surely there is more to the plain vanilla of our years

More to a world that is ever governed by squandered fears.



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A toast to our anniversary!

two months ago today,

when we tied the knot

at our own alter made

of whispers sweet,

from lips soft and moist-

the beginning of Spring

with it’s new blossoms of promise.

Gone too soon with a dry

hot summer sun, sweltering,

melting, wilting our

freshly picked flowers.

Wish the rain would come

and not stand suspended in a

gathering cloud to fool me,

instead of soaking me wet.

In hope, I will not trust

because I’m not yet despairing.

I’d rather keep faith that

the new seeds will grow

even in arid conditions.

A time will come again

when the hint of drizzle

will swell into a deluge.

For how can it be called rain

when its sky does not meet the plain?

So my window stands open tonight,

hoping to catch the scent of your arrival

with the hint of refreshing vapours

and a promise that you will return.

Spring still flourishes in her abundance

seducing the air with fragrances rare.

But she longs for rain’s loving care

not droplets suspended in the air.

Yes, seasons and climates do change

and we must adapt – but never give up!


I know the yearning feelings of you.

I know your hunger to feel heard,

Wishing your dreams would come true,

To take flight and feel free as a bird.

I know the longings of your heart,

I know how years may seem wasted,

 You ache to make a fresh start

Instead of new words, cut and pasted.

I know in choices we feel trapped.

I know loneliness, when you’re not alone,

When it seems your life is already mapped

And dark nights feeling on your own.

I know how desperately you seek the light

I know how conflicting it is, searching for more!

As sun steadily rises, new hope is closer in sight!

Our eyes vigilantly waiting for a new opening door.

I’ve learnt that choices, I alone must make.

Not so easy when roads fork and one, I must take!

I’m of the view that travelling to other places even within your own country is part of broadening the sometimes narrow perspectives through which we look at life. Unfortunately, it can be a costly and time consuming exercise. I follow a number of travel blogs and photographers and my observation is that most travellers are very young and unhindered by many responsibilities. The balance of us dream of travelling one day when we retire. The rest of us are caught up with raising children and paying mortgage bonds. Caught in that trap myself, it was therefore a very spontaneous and perhaps reckless decision when we decided that we would throw caution to the wind and just book the trips as alternatives to throwing birthday bashes.

Apart from just going after the travel experience, these trips were also very much a part of our journey in life itself – Come along with me!

Mount Sanai : Egypt

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A few years ago, I found a picture of Mt Sanai while paging aimlessly through an in-flight magazine. The picture seemed to call my name through its starkness. I knew that I had to come to this place and take my own photograph. Given all the things that were happening in my life at the time, I needed to be reminded of the lessons of Moses as he was called to lead the people into the promised land. I was starting a new job at the time in which I was asking the same questions that Moses asked God. But it was also a great birthday present for my husband who had always wanted to go to Egypt. We arrived in Egypt just before the first uprisings started.

Other Shots of Mount Sanai

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Bishop’s House

Bishop's house

The Chapel on the summit of Mt Sanai which is said to hold the two tablets of stone on which the Ten commandments are written 

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St Catherine’s Monastery Built between 548 and 565

In this Moment : I was in awe of the power to do what might seem impossible. I felt that in my own small way I had come here in the footsteps of Moses to prepare for my own purpose.

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St Etiene-Du-Mont Church in Paris dedicated to the patroness of Paris: St Genevieve. The Moment: When I walked into the church and recognised it from an epic dream I had before this trip. I knew instinctively that I had come here for a purpose. The inside of the church was exactly as I had dreamt it.


The Moment : Awe struck by little miracles and synchronicities – we had almost missed getting to this church but forces conspired to bring me here and as time goes by my purpose unfolds.


The Relics of St Genevieve – who is the patron saint of Paris having saved it from death and destruction. What is left of her (a finger) is preserved in this casket.


A statue of St Genevieve sculpted into the wall of the church. Her power of persuasion and prayer saving a city which is renowned for nurturing so much creativity and genius for the world.Construction of this church began in 1492.


Look out for more posts or re-blogs of these amazing trips to Egypt,Paris and Montreux in Switzerland