On Children (by Kahlil Gibran) Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

The Big Blue, my favourite childhood movie, I can’t think of any I loved more than this. The soundtrack was one of the first CDs I owned. Every single track boomed with the sounds of the ocean. It scared me that I could understand his insanity, his obsession, and that I would forever be drawn

Much to my mother’s horror while I grew up and almost consistently chose gangly looking boys, I have always found the most beauty in imperfections. A flashing row of teeth with that one squiggle tooth or a big old cheeky gap. The softness and vulnerability of a strong man’s balding head. Hand mushed jewelry that

Tyler, it’s so strange to have you back in my life again… after 15 years of on and off searching. The days of Wonder are coming back like vivid flashbacks.

“I’ve seen the eye of God and been touched by her hand. I’ve seen miracles happen and been disappointed dozens of times. I’ve been almost everywhere, met almost everyone, seen almost everything, done almost all of it, and I’m still waiting to be discovered. The night has a thousand eyes and I’m a gypsy dancer

Raising kids is sometimes hilarious and terrifying at the same time… as this site so wonderfully illustrates… Thanks Melissa!

Aw… my Dad’s first clothing shop – Frank B Earnest in Gardens Centre, Cape Town. I remember helping to paint that amazing floor when I was a little kiddo. The last time I popped round, over 10 years ago, there was a new store there but they’d kept the beautiful painted floor. Those old leather

I just went on an amazing solitary hike around Terlingua, over a hill, past Clyde’s house that burnt down and back into the Ghost Town where I currently live at Sinta’s. The wind had whipped up my dry seriously unwashed hair into a vision I can only describe as a bunch of desert twigs scrunched

…for my endlessly patient and loving family, for my inspirational funny intelligent friends who hang in there with me even though I keep moving country… to my new readers on yummy wakame for all the support and insight… to my uncle Steve who sent me a bunch of never seen toddler photos this morning of

I sense acutely today, that this difficult path I’ve chosen towards celibacy, for the time while I find my truest nature, is leading me towards the polar opposite of how I have lived my life so far. It is taking me down roads I never considered before, and allowing me to explore avenues I used