Mike Thalassitis was a young guy like most young guys that wanted a good life. Maybe the problem was his good life was built around the visions of those that design good lives based on sales of their TV show? Maybe his vision and dream had been impregnated by the sights of what others had…
At midnight on any New Year, my parents would always cry out, happy new year and then they would open our rusting steel framed windows to let the old spirit of the year out and the allow new spirit in. I can remember standing there looking for something that would be leaving and entering. I…
I started 2018 with a theme and that theme was to simply, strip back and be more INTUITIVE in my life. It’s been a pretty amazing year I have to say. I stripped a lot of my life back and decided to ask myself more questions. One of my biggest questions was, Am I happy…
It’s 3:17 pm on a cold Friday in England. As I approach the school hundreds of children dressed in black flood out from the old school gates supported by the two huge old stone pillars. It looks like a mass of ants on the march as they all move in on mass in one direction…
This will be my last Monday in Tbilisi for a while. Almost five months to the day we arrived here. Almost five months to the day we go home as three with our new baby installed and downloading! A lot of you asked how can I stay over here for five months? The answer is…
The Life Continuum Life isn’t like that. Life isn’t what you expect it to be and rarely becomes what you are told it’ll become. I am going to be an old dad or a dad again over the age of fifty. I love the idea. I learnt this. I sometimes learnt this the hard way.…
The Penny In the 90s a woman prayed to God for a money. She had none. She couldn’t feed her children. She couldn’t pay for anything. In fact, she prayed just for a penny because a penny is better than nothing. After her prayer, she stood up in tears and walked out of her cold,…
Is always reconciliation possible? My father’s father left home when my own father was a baby. Never once in almost 20-years did he see tor have any contact with his father. One day in a working man’s pub in Edinburgh a man that knew my father shouted for him to come over. The man was…
Life Is Never Lost December 25th, 2009 I woke up in the tiniest room of the tiniest house I had ever lived in. The house built from handcrafted red clay brick was around 200 plus years old. Many a person had travelled through each room before I had arrived. Before me, I imagined the previous…
