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Little things in the suitcase

Sitting in Malaysia, it’s difficult to articulate to anyone what it feels like to have been out of your home country for two months.

On the one hand, there are the big things associated with moving to a new land – the culture shock, the economic system and how you have to adjust to the way life is ordered in that place. These are the big things that I planned for prior to moving and travelling.

Then there are the little things.

In the back of my mind I have had the lyrics of U2’s All That You Can’t Leave Behind on repeat, and in particular, the words of the song Walk On. Continue reading Little things in the suitcase

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Filling the tank with quiet

I had to pause and take a step backwards when I heard myself shouting at my kids. There’s a constant mess in our home, and we’re having to pick up stuff after them all the time. Some might say that’s normal. It wasn’t the mess – it was my reaction. I realised my “tank” was empty. We’d moved country. We’d flatted our finances. And amidst all that stressful drain, I hadn’t been topping up. Continue reading Filling the tank with quiet

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Remembering the Captain

I notice, as I get older, that the real measure of a man is marked out when he dies. If you were kind in your life, that reflects in what people say about you once you’re no longer around. If you were a real %$*&!@ then likewise, that will be your legacy in the conversations people have about you.

I met Barry Meintjies when I was 13 years old. His son and I were playing music together in his studio one afternoon when the door opened and “the Captain” poked his head in. Continue reading Remembering the Captain