There’s Talk of Destiny
He stood there slightly sweaty in the Canada Day sun, a sweet little boy wobbling on his shoulders. The child’s dimpled fingers were clamped on his forehead in classic grandson grip as they watched the fun happening all…
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He stood there slightly sweaty in the Canada Day sun, a sweet little boy wobbling on his shoulders. The child’s dimpled fingers were clamped on his forehead in classic grandson grip as they watched the fun happening all…
“That’s always been my dream!”, “Can I come with you?”, “Oh, I’m so jealous!”. Almost everyone says one of these three things when we tell them we’re going travelling… for a year. Not one single person has…
While still employed at that busy sleep deprived radio place I had booked a week long yoga retreat…in Italy. I know, it’s decadent but I’d been to too many ‘celebrations of life’ lately for way too…