When I am silent, I fall into that place where everything is music. In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improves. Rumi.
Until a few weeks ago I’d never heard of Rumi. Raise your words not your voice, it is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and … Continue reading
The story of the garden disaster will have to wait because something more urgent came up. My phone was hacked. Then my bank account. Here’s how it happened. Around 2pm on Sunday … Continue reading
Josephine Peter is the kind of woman you might pass in the supermarket or spot at the post office. You might smile at her, nod and walk past, that’s if … Continue reading
If you’re anything like me you’ll take a photograph. It’s hard not to be captivated by these tiny hopping creatures that appear everywhere after it rains in Fiji, hopping gaily … Continue reading