I’ve just read a Guardian article, link below, on walking and how good it is for us. I knew this already, dear Guardian, I’ve been walking for years and loving it. Walking gives me routine. It gets me out of bed. It also gives me … Continue reading In support of Sea Squirts
I live in the city. When I travel to rural parts of South Africa, I’m always fascinated by the vibrancy, colours, huts, hawkers, street stylists and street markets. I love the women carrying wares on their heads and babies on their backs, the men roasting … Continue reading Pics, privacy and poverty porn.
Every morning after my yoga class I walk the short block to TILT, my local and favourite coffee shop in Melville. It’s like going from one shrine to another. At yoga we stretch, pose, turn into pigeons and ohm. At TILT we breathe in the … Continue reading An ode to TILT
I thought I suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder. And maybe I do. I am not so happy in cold weather and feel a definite malaise. But I realise I suffer from something else too. The Post Vacation Blues. The oddness is that … Continue reading On coming home