Oh, Cambodia, how I have missed you. I am back in Cambodia for the second time in three months and I am as happy as a pig in mud. There is something about this place that I just love; the sights and sounds and smells (as bad as they are) hit you as soon as you come step off the plane and just stay with you. And the people. My word, the people here are just amazing, even the ones that are trying to rip you off at the markets and charge you $15 USD for a headband that is … Continue reading A sense of responsibility.
For as long as I can remember, I have always loved children. If I’m out and about and see a fat little baby, all I want to do is pick them up and snuggle. One of my favourite things to do is sit at my brother’s house and snuggle with my little baby nephew, Frankie, while watching Sophie and Aidan, his brother and sister, play. I love kids and pray that one day God would bless me with kids of my own, both biological and adopted. So when it comes to injustices in the world, what hurts me most and … Continue reading The little girl who left me broken-hearted
If you have ever been on a plane, you know how small things look from up in the air. Everything takes on a different size; the buildings that seemed impossibly high from the ground become minuscule little dots on the ground. Our perspective shifts because everything looks different from up high and it is a good reminder of how big this world is and how small we actually are. Having just spent 9 days in Cambodia, I have once again had my perspective shifted. I have had certain views and ideas challenged and I find myself coming back home with … Continue reading Perspective.
It’s 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting in a funky little café in New Orleans, drinking coffee and people watching. I had somehow managed to get myself lost while walking to my destination and saw this little café on the corner and decided to give it a shot. As soon as I walked in, gentle jazz music was playing as other patrons sat around on their laptops working away; my kind of place! I ordered my coffee (which just so happened to be amazing! CC’s Coffee House in New Orleans for the win!), took a corner couch … Continue reading New Orleans – Reflections by the window
Los Angeles. The place where people come to be famous. The home of Hollywood and Disneyland. This is where the pretty people come to be someone; to become somebody and have their name in lights. And this just happens to be where I am today. Not to have a shot at being famous (goodness knows I have no acting or singing talent whatsoever!) but to catch up with friends for a few days before the next leg of my trip.. And so here I am, sitting in Brew Berry Café, sipping on my coffee while I try to keep myself … Continue reading LA Story – Into the yonder.
I love the lotus flower. It is one of my favourite flowers and I have it tattooed on my wrist as a reminder of a particular season I was in. Most people look at it and think that I tattooed it on because it represents tranquility. Bless. Tranquility has nothing to do it. I’ll share that story at another time but if you don’t know, lotus flowers grow in dirty murky waters. You wouldn’t know it from the surface because the water is covered in pretty leaves and the lotus captures your attention because its pretty and usually a vibrant … Continue reading Out of the ruble – Cambodia
I made it. I touched down in Cambodia. Today marked our first official day in Cambodia, despite us arriving late last night. As it was late and everyone was tired, the trip didn’t really start until today. And my word, what a start. It’s been a long and at times draining day. And as I sit in my room and reflect on the day, I realise that I’m experiencing a range of emotions; anger, heartbreak, confusion. The things we have seen today have left me pained and asking questions. Questions that I will likely not get answers to anytime soon. … Continue reading A nameless face in a sea of thousands – Cambodia, The first 24 Hrs
Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you were born to a different family? Or born in a different country? How different would your upbringing have been if you had been born on the other side of the world to a family with different values and priorities to yours? I think about this often, how different would I be if I was born to a family in America, or Uganda, or Japan. And it’s not so much about the environment specifically, it’s more about values and character. How different, if at all, would my character … Continue reading A new season is coming