Funny how a lonely day can make a person say "What good is my life?"

I am leaving a tough week behind me. Had a harsh awakening about mine and my loved one's mortality as my sister went through a cancer scare. But with a new lease of life I end Friday and September on a good note. Today, after work I had a serene walk to the V&A in South Kensington from work. Had a good look around an exhibition on Annie Lenox and then came home to watch a great film on the legend that is Shirely Bassey. All these inspirational women got me thinking of the beauty of being a woman. How we seem to recycle our pain to transform ourselves in to stronger beings. The innate nature of a woman is confront, despair, repair and renew who we are. Having grown up in a house of 5 women, I appreciate this strength in women. And as my sister celebrate her good health, I take a moment to reflect on "the sisters around me who do it for themselves".

From velencei tó to chithurst monastery

The last bank holiday weekend of the summer was spent in the outskirts of Budapest running, swimming and cycling around the vicinity of Judit's parents holiday home in Velence. Hungary is a country proud of its treasured remnants of a bygone communist era. Whilst building a life of democracy, I hope it retains its innocence cultivated through the hardship of the communist rule. You can witness this in long standing family run traditional bakeries, in the eyes of hungarians of the pre war era and the way ordinary people find happiness in life's simple pleasures - a very contrasting attitude to that of western europe. Fast forward a week, and today I found my self waking up at 6 am driving down to West Sussex to a Forest Monastery to help two of my friends celebrate their 10 year wedding anniversary in a spiritual way. We cooked and offered dane (lunch) to the residing monks of the monastery and passed on merit for those near and dear to us who have passed away. Mine was in memory of my aththababa. It could be because of this woman, my grandma, that I have the privilege to travel and find my self. On the day of her passing, September 07, I remind my self the sweet serendipity of life.