- Created on Thursday, 27 June 2013 08:43
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Our worlds collided in the piazza of a little medieval Italian hilltop village.
Dressed in a black woolen skirt and matching knitted cardigan, she made her way across the square in my direction.
Her skin was golden, wrinkly and furry, just like a peach that harvest had forgotten to pick...
- Created on Tuesday, 18 June 2013 10:44
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It was a heart-breaking act, but somehow I knew it was for the best.
I took a deep breath, and handed over my Golden Buddha to my dear friends Davide and Esther.
Katrina and I had purchased one-way tickets into the unknown and our Virgin Atlantic flight was just days away from departing...
- Created on Friday, 10 May 2013 08:57
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Life can be challenging for the creative soul...
Particularly in times when you feel as if life is pushing you to accept the status quo.
But hear this…
Being just like everyone else is not what you are designed for...
- Created on Monday, 01 April 2013 21:22
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‘What would Mickey Rourke do?’ I thought to myself.
In hindsight, probably not the greatest question to ask, but it was the best my infatuated 14 year-old mind could come up with.
Her name was Samantha (not her real name) and she was a little bundle of sweetness.
- Created on Wednesday, 20 March 2013 23:11
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Money (and more importantly how it links to our perception of survival), is one of the core human concerns of our modern world.
Now this area of concern, for most people takes on a whole new level of meaning when they step into the unknown in a quest to find more meaningful and fulfilling work.
- Created on Tuesday, 12 March 2013 12:25
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Last night I had a dream about a monk tending to his perfect garden.
The garden was exquisite in its design and immaculate in every way. The white roses were in full bloom, the hedges impeccably groomed and the lilies covered the pond with an idyllic splendour...
- Created on Tuesday, 19 February 2013 12:13
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When I was a small child I had an irrational fear of sleep monsters.
My first conscious recollection of experiencing this fear was when my parents bought my brother and I a new bunk bed...