Hand of Many Colours

The girl on the sandshifts it to where she is now.She thinks, ‘it’s so many colourseven though it’s said to be yellow.’ She shifts the sunlightwith a subtle tilt of her headher laughter echoing asshe’s saying, ‘this will be what I remember. No baggage for meI’m no outsider to this placeI’m a proud member ofContinue reading “Hand of Many Colours”


 I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace. -Helen Keller We had moved to the Cassowary Coast, land of a big golden gumboot. I went to an exhibition in the city sometime whilst we were living there, and discovered  a picture in an exhibition where an artistContinue reading “Gumboots4Peace”

By the Beach

I look forward to one day reading my children’s writings of their beach memories. Perhaps our many family photographs will jog their memory, or maybe they will construct their own special memories from within. My children like to do sand paintings, that disappear, with my daughter’s latest being of cat mermaids. My blog is shortContinue reading “By the Beach”