past tales

coming home

My first year of international teaching has officially concluded. The classrooms are empty and the hallway walls are stripped. My energy has been depleted and my soul is craving for some recovery time. Our school has taken over the Warsaw airport and just as summer is about to hit nearly everyone. I am thankful for […]

kaleidoscope

Smiling faces, exotic places and incredible scenes. Running around the globe being reckless, becoming breathless under crystal skies. It’s what everyone sees. Life is gold and gleaming from across a salty pond. But eventually, the music fades as the curtain falls upon the slippery sidewalk. Fade to black. The other day as I slid into […]

CCXXVIII

It’s been around eight months now or two hundred and twenty eight days, if you wish to be exact. I have found myself recently reflecting, struggling and of course… growing. My pen though has been paralysed in my hand refusing to tell my stories and I couldn’t pinpoint what the antecedent was. I have a […]

burrrlin

The thing with history is that we tend to remember the winners. Our textbooks glorify those who were able to rise up with scars that are beautiful they remind us of our world before the tragedy existed. While London endured 57 nights of raids and losing over 1 million houses its rebuilding has been so […]

winter.

Winter’s embrace had stolen all the warm air and life out of Warsaw whilst I was away in Istanbul turning Warsaw into a city lined with skeleton trees and slick frozen sidewalks. The sky was hanging heavy with an atmosphere dripping grey painting the world a depressing hue. The sun became a distant memory shy […]