gather, sort, slot

My head is nowhere, somewhere, anywhere but here. It’s full of noise, but each thought is flying too fast to stop. I can’t place them and there’s no way I can slow them down. Whoa, steady on please, I just need a moment to gather and sort and slot them where they should go with […]

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the way

Provide for my days so there’s nothing left to worry about. Worry makes my heart sick. Provide when I don’t deserve it. It’s just trivialities, but I need them because I’m human.  Provide so my stomach is filled, my lungs have breath, my body has warmth Provide my way

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an open sky

When roads become rivers and you’re in the car with the windows down you might want to think about putting those windows up. The streets are becoming awash with fast brown waters and the rubbish that lay on the streets is being picked up piece by piece. Summer is here in in Greece, but the […]

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up in the air

I’m caught up in the air. Never here, not yet there. Yesterday is like it never happened. This morning I was in one life I lived in a hot dry land with work to do and people to fight for. This afternoon I’ll be in another of Olympic afterglow and steady drizzle that I corner-explored […]

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sold out to

And so it goes that I have one week left of driving on the wrong side of the right side of the road and one week to get as much gyros-pita inside of me as I can. One week to make late night ice-cream runs when I feel the need and one week of speaking […]

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the A21 intern who is a-mazing.

This is one amazing blog post written by one amazing Scottish lassie. She is the LONGEST standing intern in the Greece A21 office (and A21 offices worldwide). Check out her heart for this justice work, and I dare you not to be inspired. Plus she’s my roomie. Plus she’s cool. Sooooooo get reading!  http://blog.thea21campaign.org/?p=193

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Orthodox churches dot the city of Sofia, Bulgaria. Russian, Bulgarian, whatever their heritage they are large and stand up clear in a city of contrasts. Left over from past years and carried on into their newest years, they are intimidating in their extravagance. The churches are huge structures that stand between you and the blue […]

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it’s in a whisper

“What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.” – Logan Pearsall Smith When I write, I try and do something like this. When I get grow up, I want to always whisper and never tell, so that it’s always show and never tell. Most of all, when […]

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