Smile

Smile, my friend, because when you do you’ll change the world. Perhaps you don’t believe me, and that’s fair, but remember that a smile is never just a smile. At least not the sincere ones. And the one I so often see spread across your face is as sincere as they come. Your smile is…

His Name Was Charlie

His name was Charlie. Although I didn’t personally know him, so I can’t tell you his favorite colour or his favorite food, the sound of his laugh or whether he was looking forward to starting school or not, there are some traits almost all boys along the river share so I can tell you with…

I Am Because We Are

  We are not often inspired to think deeply and contemplate life when faced with the mundane routines of the everyday. We call those dull moments ‘mind numbing’ and get through them in a semi-coma like state, hardly realising the excitement of life is passing us by. I admit that on rare occasions a meaningful insight might pop…

And the River Rises

The hot sun, more focused and potent than ever. “Un sol de lluvia,” he tells me: A rain sun. The suffocating humidity. The slow drip of sweat. A tired hand raised to wipe it away. The smell of fried fish that fills the room and the sound of quiet, satisfied conversation. The incoming, impenetrable darkness of the…

True Beauty

It started as a muffled sound, as if half formed, not yet ready to reveal itself. As I drew closer to the house, however, the sound slowly, tentatively, began to grow bolder. The mid-day sun was at its highest point and life in the village had retreated to the shadows. With every step my feet…

The Power of a Book

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about contrasts and how much they reveal about ourselves and the societies in which we live. This could be because I just re-read one of my favorite books, Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, in which contrast is the crux upon which the story is built. The famous opening…