There’s hell on earth…where atrocities are committed everyday, where life has no value, where mercy and compassion do not exist; where fear reigns and survival depends on the dialect you speak; the ethnic group you belong to. Helena reveals the trauma of escaping genocide.
As part of my research for When The Glitter Fades, I sent my son on a trapeze lesson to report back what it feels like to swing through the air from a great height, while I took the safer option of hula hooping.
Participating in One-Act Play Theatre Festivals was the inspiration I needed to write my own plays for my drama students. Some of my fondest memories come from the fun and laughter we had rehearsing for the theatre festival and the excitement of performing on the night.
Revenge. Whether it be on misbehaving teens, a mother or father-in-law, or your comatose partner, skydiving is the perfect way to get someone back for causing you grief… just throw them out of an airplane, preferably at 15,000 feet so that suffering is prolonged.
I had a dream last night that I was standing high above the ground on one of those tree-top obstacle courses where you have to make your way across from one place to the other by clutching steel wires and balancing on wobbly steel cables, or flying across on a flying fox. In my case, I was up so high I couldn’t see the ground and there were a lot of cables and obstacles I had to get through to make it to the other side.
Why should we bother dreaming big dreams? It seems the older we get the less we dream. Has life beaten us down to the point that we think that dreaming is a waste of time? To me dreaming is a symbol of hope and faith. Dreaming is a vision of the future that keeps us going.