Battling in the Deep Blue

It was dark. Well that is a bit of an understatement. It was “I can’t see my hand in front of my face” dark. And wet…but that is to be expected when you are spear fishing with the locals of Papua New Guinea. They fish at night, in the deep blue ocean. As we snorkelled,…

Easter: from death to life

The little bonsai tree had withered in the sun. The harsh summer heat had drained the vibrancy out of its green leaves. Its delicate white flowers had been replaced by insects that sought to devour any last scraps of life. Now it was simply shrivelled-up, dry, and dying. No strength from within would be able…

The Glass Wall

Have you ever made a mistake that you so desperately wish you could go back and change? I have. Even though I try to put it aside and move on it just seems to keep a hold of me, haunting me. How could I have gotten it so wrong? At what point did I become…

Wounded Warriors

Army men, that was the game I played with my mates when I was a boy. Whenever they all came around to my house we would split up into teams and run all over the yard. I had a great collection of toy guns too, pistols and automatics, you name it. I would hand them…