Coming from an island Christopher Columbus arrived at on his third voyage, and having spent much of my formal education dutifully studying history, such an in depth report and retelling of Columbus’ journey was enticing enough.
and time, what is it?
a medium? the water in which the pigment is suspended until you’ve painted your illustration and the water evaporates, leaving only the markings you’ve left behind?
For the first time in twenty-two years, I haven’t been measured, evaluated and given feedback about my performance. There haven’t been pop-quizzes, there haven’t been finals nor mid-terms.
This started as an experiment, a log, diary sort of thing, turned into a travel blog, a public place to share private emotions. It was a place where I connected with so many people whose feelings at some point or another matched mine. It was … Continue reading Five Years
Life here is different. Different to what, I don’t know but it doesn’t quite make sense. I sit under a tent at the Queen’s Park Savannah, Farmer’s Market. The tropical sun’s vibrance radiates. A breeze; a nice, nice breeze blows into the town from the … Continue reading Island Life: This Place Different Yuh Know?
I am once again a student, my official title of English Language Assistant in the Academy of Strasbourg is no more. Alas, seven months have passed.
I’ll challenge myself to use wisdom not fear, to speak words of encouragement not doubt. I’ll learn and grow, not with a spirit of fear but with one of intuition.
I’m sewing a garden bed of clarity.