For many years, at least 7 or 8, my mother and I have been trying to track down a teacher that I had in primary school who I found so inspiring. Continue reading “Tracking down my inspiration”
Today was the first day of the last half term of the school year for me. Seven more weeks of my class, my kids, who I have gotten to know so well over the last 10 months. Yes, there are times when they frustrate me, annoy me, and make me question my ability to be a sane and rational human, but they are amazing little people growing up and maturing in ways that make me so proud of them. They don’t always get it right, how could they, they are only 10! However, I am so privileged to see the little moments where they shine each day, where I see their personalities develop, where I get a glimpse of the person they are becoming.
As I finish packing for another trip, I realise that I am asking myself why do I travel. What is it that makes me want to go to new places, get lost, lose things, forget things, not know the language, not know what I am ordering. Why on earth do I do this?
This year marks 10 years since my Dad’s sister, Aunty Trish, passed away. My cousins have decided on the most amazing way to mark this. Instead of being sad about her absence, they decided that an appropriate tribute would be to spend the year enjoying the activities she loved, and to complete her bucket list by doing the two activities she often talked of but never quite got to do. Continue reading “Trish’s List”
When I was in my final year of secondary school, we had to study the idea of ‘Journeys’ in our English course. As a part of it we were given some materials to study as a class, and also had to source some of our own. There is one particular poem that was in the booklet of study that appealed to me way back then and it very often comes into my mind.