Category: Blog

Long ago in London town, a fretful boy flew all around.
His destination – the Darling home, a place he found he loved to roam.
What he sought was his shadow, to lose it was a terrible blow.
The Darling daughter, by the name of Wendy, luckily was pretty handy.
With a needle and some thread, she reattached his silhouette.
But Wendy wasn’t just a seamstress, her stories really did impress

Like everyone else, I have become obsessed with Wim Hoff. His awe-inspiring words, his utter lack of fear and his love of anything below zero degrees are truly captivating. I confess I have always loved the cold.

Those who attempt to write in English (especially those who do not have English as their first language) have, at some point, wondered whether they should use the British or American spelling of a word.

It’s often said that inspiration comes from the most unlikely places (only for those who relish the strange and unknown, right?); or that if you just ‘wait’ inspiration will strike (ouch!); or that it’s up to us to find things/people/places that inspire us (another thing we need to do every day to live our ‘best’ lives!).

Once there was a curious lass who found a magic looking glass.
A portal to another world where battles raged and pipe smoke curled.
Where everything was a reflection and every thought became a question.
Where chess pieces and flowers talked about something called a Jabberwock.