Reflection

At first glance, my reflection is as its always been I recognize her face Deep brown eyes and timid smile Dark long locks, quiet demeanour and reserved yet confident stance I look closer Those eyes They’ve seen lives lost, friendships erode and love come and go They’ve closed tightly to the obvious and shed a…

In Transit

Through these doors lie a window to the world Mother tongues and foreign faces Joyful reunions, tearful farewells and last goodbyes Through these doors are New beginnings and second chances High expectations and bitter disappointments Heartbreaks, heartaches, and hearts wide open There is love to be found and love left behind Friendships forged, memories made…

El Salvador: Travel in Kindness

Arms outstretched. Wide and welcoming. His embrace strong, unyielding & unashamed. That lanky frame – curves & arches as his grasp tightens. Those eyes. Deep and vulnerable. Wise beyond their years, aged from images I pray to never know. ~ The path up the mountain to Remar San Miguel is crude and rocky. The ride,…

Memories of El Salvador

His eyes. Piercing. Distant. Fragile. Full of sorrow and anguish yet gleaming with hope. That embrace. Warm and welcoming. Strong but vulnerable. So much love in those tiny limbs. Their laugh. The sweetest sound. Joyful and contented. Her smile. Brilliant and sincere. Breathing light from the heart. Those eyes haunt me. His grasp inspired me….

El Salvador: Views from El Tunco

frothy white waters curl and crash toward the shore their violent curves glisten and shine, revealing pale shades of glassy greens, jade and turquoise local ladies wade ankle deep amongst the quarry, in search of treasures left behind or washed ashore an old man stands proudly atop a portly boulder, its rounded edges contrast starkly…