An Open Letter To My Future Self, As A Mother. To sail the Indian Ocean in a thimble,. Into a Jacques Cousteau voyage to the depths. Teach them to balance, tip-toe,. On the pinpoint of a new idea. Until they find their footing. And when they do,. Teach them to number their bruises. Like notches in a door frame.

Friday, 22 June 2012. Will I do this again? On my journey I have met so many people, some who have travelled for years and others who are away for a couple of weeks, most people are in their twenties, but many I met were in their fifties and older - when. Is the right time to do it? .

Thursday, September 12, 2013. You fought to stay upright but your legs and body failed you. Your struggles woke Mama up from my shallow and anxious sleep. As soon as you saw Mama and felt my hands on your back, you became peaceful. You lay helplessly in my arms and breathed effortfully against your ailments. This was the first and last time Mama got to hold you entirely in my arms.