Walking is one of the ways I’ve coped in life. For me sadness, anxiety and stress inevitably dissolve in the face of this natural and glorious flow of movement. Now, even more so, it has become part of my life. You walk a lot here. You walk to the bus stop, to the tube station, to the shop, to the pub and even to the spot where you’ve parked your car, if you have one.

I’m discovering that walking here is not just something you do at a specific time of the day as part of an exercise regimen, but something which is an essential part of life. I like that. Why? Because, if walking for me has to do with coping, then I certainly look forward to a surge of energy in that department of my life. :-)

Posts From London 1

They say variety is the spice of life. Well, shopping in England in what is in my mind a supermarket, is like the proverbial indecisive child at a birthday party-table eyeing all the goodies from one side to the other.

The diversity of foodstuff is mesmerizing. Take coffee for instance. I’m used to having a choice of two or three brands, simple; but yesterday my mind was overwhelmed by eight, and paralysis began set in. I just stood there wondering how the simple act of buying coffee could become so complex and challenging.

I was also struck by the listed ingredients, painstakingly inscribed on everything you buy, as clear and complete as the recipes in my Mother’s old recipe books. Then, the marvellous creativity in the packaging doing its psychological work on me by transporting me in to a world of art and appreciation. There was a moment, while eyeing all this, that I suddenly forgot why I was there. The thought, that I was perhaps beginning to look a little stupid, quickly brought me back to reality.

Waitrose, Sainsburys, Tesco and even the little Co-op down the road, I salute you and I look forward to much joy and gastronomical pleasure in my future wanderings among your shelves.

Double Standards

I find it deeply disturbing when a country who has the gift of the Mandela legacy denies entry to the Dalai Lama and welcomes with open arms Omar Al- Bashir, the author of genocide in the Sudan, and then helps him to escape international justice by putting itself above its own justice system. Something tragic is happening in South Africa and it’s so sad.

Finally Here!

Hello all.

We are finally settled in the UK. Our journey went extremely well with a stop over in Dubai. We passed through customs without any hitch and our little dog, Stryder, also made the journey without any mishap. So Jane, me and Stryder are now breathing UK air, finally close to our children after fifteen years of back and forth travelling – such a good feeling.

We’re living in Dulwich about twenty minutes out of the centre of London. We’ve started completely from scratch – scary but so challenging and exciting. A new life is already unfolding and it’s hard to believe this has all happened within six months of our making the decision.

So, I’m back on line, happy,content, feeling fully alive, and O’ by the way, with the fastest internet connection I’ve ever used. :-)

Our Move To The UK

We are now in the advance stages of our move to the UK. We’re leaving in about two weeks time. Our preparations are at a peak and demanding a tremendous amount of time. I’ll be signing off for a while and will see you all again once we’re settled in London. I reckon about a month. Look forward to posting and exploring your blogs from London. Thank you for all the good wishes and affirmation. I’ve appreciated it immensely. See you all soon – the adventure begins. :-)

The Small Things I’ll Remember

Strange how in our getting ready to move it’s the small things that seem to make an impression. Just looking at this tap in our garden the other day, I couldn’t help but think of the many times I’ve turned it on and off and how the water from it has fed our garden with life and colour. I know the day is coming when I will turn it on and off for the last time and never do that again, nor ever see it again, accept in memory. I took a photo of it and it’s now part of the collection of photographic memories I’m building up before we leave for the UK.





Being Drawn

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

 – Rumi

At my age, I must confess,  it comes down to about being drawn by beauty in all its forms.Therefore it has much to do with being drawn into deeper ways of seeing. I’ve discovered that nurturing the “being drawn to” in life has a profound sense of freedom about it. Exertion begins to fall away and is slowly replaced by a natural attraction and movement. To be able to live and move in this sphere of  “natural attraction” also has a wonderful peace about it.