Winds of Time
Some say, running to something is often easier than running away from a thing but I’m having a hard time fathoming it actually. My head is full of questions and my heart has
Gossip Girl
I rarely read gossip column magazines so when I do it’s usually in my Doctor’s surgery or in a Medical Centre waiting room where someone else has
In the Spirit of Everyman
The ‘spirit’ of a thing, to me, is AS important AS the ‘thing itself. Wide notion yes? Apologies in advance. I’m hopelessly pragmatic about things like this. Let’s take an everyday example of what I’m saying. For throwaways sake, let’s say you
Sam I Am
When I first heard Sam, his entrance was a non event on account of he was already sitting. Sitting in a swivel chair, centre stage with his back to us, his audience. The shadows were
Huts off to them
People in Waipukurau are so used to them they barely give them a second glance. Yet, even after all these years of being away I can’t look long enough at them. It’s that old story of familiarity. Lord Alfred Tennyson got it in one actually when he said,
