A shift from the corporate world
To trailing spouse
Opened her eyes to new ways of being
I no longer aspire to have that big career.
Her life at a crossroads
The creation of new community in each location
I think ‘coming home’ was the toughest transition of all.
Her finger shook as she laughed
Weight of life being carried
on her head
The colourful wrapper
Wrinkles and creases
Present in the now.
Does the old pain
It is the ‘othering’ that remains at the heart of our problems, our conflicts
This takes place not in faraway places but at home
In our own families
How do we overcome the fear that we have of those we do not (think we) understand?
We too are different
Shades of red. Signs of privilege. Protection and safety.
We stand on balconies, inhaling deep realisations of what we want and do not want.
We are sheltered. And yet this suffocates us.
A yellow and black North Face fleece from a former client
Do you trust me? Let me take you off the beaten path.
Volleyball at the local pitch
Thank you, the milk tea is tasty: [Danybhad, Dudh chiya shimbu].
Many young boys go and fight for the Gurkha rather than stay here.
The Alps end where the Himalayas begin.
He peeked through the gate and waved at an orphan
I used to live here with my parents and siblings.
A young lad; traversing the oceans on a boat
British winters spent in his hometown
How nice of you to take an old man to dinner.
We found each other not once but twice
Did you hear the one about the Jaffna mosquitoes?
A Georgian geologist who earned his living in Russia
Don’t worry, I will arrange it.
A close friend built like a bodyguard
Speeches of great men and their families
Glasses raised: გაუმარჯოს [Gaumardschoss]
A helicopter lands where no roads exist
Yes, he is a real man.
Purpose in camouflage.