2013 Grateful 1
It’s hard to believe that yet another year has passed. This is the last of 52 posts in the Grateful 2013 series, an idea inspired
It’s hard to believe that yet another year has passed. This is the last of 52 posts in the Grateful 2013 series, an idea inspired
I live a life without issue, that is I have no children. I can’t ever remember wanting to have children but that said, I wouldn’t
In two days time, on 17 December, I wonder how many will remember the anniversary of the death of Mowlānā Jalāloddin Balkhi, known in Persia
We’re taught to review, to learn from our mistakes. We’re conditioned to examine what has happened, to glorify the lessons we have learned. And perhaps
Despite its religious significance, despite the hoards of pilgrims of all faiths who besiege it with a fervour that would make you wonder why there
I’m a fan of graffiti… not the aimless posts of I wuz ‘ere or the like … but the clever kind, the witticisms, the art.
On holiday in Mexico many (many) years ago, a hotel receptionist asked for my autograph. She thought I was Mrs Bruce Willis. Back then, Demi
Five o’clock kick off, she said. It’ll be cold. Very cold.We’re playing under floodlights, he said. It’ll be cold. Very cold. Neither of them said
How the various expatriates living in Budapest engage with this city is a source of constant amusement … for me. I know some who rarely
Described as the Holy of Holies from which the Divine Presence never moves, the Western Wall in Jerusalem was high on my list of places