I don’t think I’ll ever lose my wanderlust. It ebbs and flows like the tides on my doorstep here in Western Australia. Sometimes the pull to stay ‘home’ is strong: when the beach beckons, and the outdoor lifestyle is easy, with good food, wines and friendships.
Then there are times when the lure of new shores overwhelms, the draw of old haunts tempt, and the need to leave this remote city to return to the familiar people and places of my formative years is stronger than the urge to stay.
Peasholm Park, Scarborough, North Yorkshire
Garden of Dreams
This is a repost from a year ago, not long after the devastating earthquake.
In my travels doors have always held a fascination – open ones, closed ones, carved ones, painted ones, locked ones and hidden ones.
I hope with all my heart that all these doors in Nepal remain standing.
As soon as I thought of colour I thought of Nepal.
We’ve seen so many tragic images following the earthquakes, yet my memories are still of a vibrant, colourful country. I know that the relief efforts have been slow, especially to the remoter areas but from my contacts there I see optimism rather than despair.
Diwali, the festival of lights, spiritually signifies the victory of light over darkness.
Rangoli or Kolam (mandalas) decorations for Diwali, are prepared from coloured flour or with flower petals.
They are floor decorations placed near entrances and corridors to welcome the goddess Lakshmi and guests.
Let’s not forget this beautiful country that is still in great need of our support.
How you can help:
As the sun dipped behind the building
Peace settled on the gardens
The breeze dropped
The water stilled
Lily pads cluster
Amidst the reflections
Of the Palace of Dreams
Palace of Dreams, Kathmandu