Mum just recently returned from Europe. At long last she was able to realise her dream of travelling to Europe. She walked through the cobble-stoned public squares, the narrow streets with curves like a woman’s back, the glorious basilicas with ceilings covered with images holy and spiritual.

I wondered if they were as great as she’d imagined these places to be when she read them in books years ago. Looking at her photos, she wore the familiar smile, so much joy and the love to life. I wish I’d met my mum when she was in my age now, I wondered if I was seeing glimpses of her on those photos.

~pali

It seems life gets a little clearer when you reach the magic 30, and I am fast approaching that number with only a few months left. You can feel a little over-weight, a little lethargic, and just a little over … well everything.

I look over to decide what is still important to me, now with an ever increaseing financial commitments. I used to wonder life was about when I was say 15, 16. Now I realise how wrong I am about all the pre-conceived notions I had previously.

~pali