Business, Travel

In Praise of Mini-Retirements & How YOU can go on one too

I first read about this idea of mini-retirements in Tim Ferris' book called the 4-hour work week. The idea stuck and I've been taking breaks between work contracts to travel and volunteer ever since. I for one do not want to wait until I'm 65 to enjoy discovering different activities and parts of the world… Continue reading In Praise of Mini-Retirements & How YOU can go on one too

Haiti, Third Culture Kid, Travel

I went looking for purpose… but did I find it ? (part 1)

So, here we go. I'm attempting it. A three part blog post on looking for purpose. Here's the topic for part 1: "suffering is a universal, human condition. Its forms and depth vary." I will now explain what I mean. It's 2014, and I'm living and working in the Caribbean. It's November, and it's hot.… Continue reading I went looking for purpose… but did I find it ? (part 1)

Humour, Senegal, Third Culture Kid, Travel

Inshallah-ing my way through life

I've been reprogrammed. I recognize it and.. I like it! At least this one specific program which has been rewired within me. And the root of this wisdom lies in the Arabic term of "Inshallah". Literally translated it means "If God wills it". Translated to life it means that you can do everything right, you… Continue reading Inshallah-ing my way through life

Journal, Senegal, Travel

Sundays in Dakar

Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip the horses’ hooves made echoing noises on the pavement as the thin man with his tired nag trotted smartly forward, pulling a simple wooden platform piled high with cement bricks. The horse-drawn cart was more audible than usual because the neighbourhood was quieter than usual, but that’s because it was Sunday. The… Continue reading Sundays in Dakar

Journal, Senegal, Third Culture Kid

Africa is born within you

I'm going inside. The cold means an internal and an external “turning within” - to fire and hearth, to bundles of scarves and wool. There's a subtle tenseness to the skin, as we turn towards our innermost thoughts. Good thing I’ve made inside of myself a safe place to be. The first cold we feel… Continue reading Africa is born within you

Humour, Journal, Meditation, Travel

The Pancha-what? First trip to an Indian Ashram.

How does one summarize 2 weeks  experience of a first-time in India, first-time in an Ashram and first-time doing a Panchakarma program? With a first-rate smile, I hope. First, let's define the terms we'll be referring to: 1. India, in this case the deep south-west, the province of Kerala. After flying into Trivanandrum (also known… Continue reading The Pancha-what? First trip to an Indian Ashram.

Journal, Senegal

Running Water

When the water don’t flow the day feels incomplete. I walk around my single room flat with the incense I burn before I sleep and it and the flames of the candles show me imbalance - we have fire but we have no water. Running water that is. Of course I have reserve water. No… Continue reading Running Water

Journal, Senegal

No, Thank You, I’m allergic.

Just found this little pearl of a personal note from the end of last year, when I was clearly experiencing a classic case of Africa-fatigue ...a malady which manifests in my person every so often with symptoms of abundant and exasperated sarcasm. 17.10.2018 - Thiès - Day 3 Because you've heated up water on the… Continue reading No, Thank You, I’m allergic.

Humour, Journal, Senegal

Knock knock

When you work for an African NGO in a small town where all of your colleagues are your only social circle and thankfully there are a few who you actually want to be friends with. I hear a tentative knock-knock on my bedroom door around 10pm. Sure we have been roommates now for close to… Continue reading Knock knock