Monthly Archives: August 2012

the cup is half empty…

Posted on August 20, 2012 by risingontheroad

I have two days of my trip to go. I’m finally in my last stop – Buenos Aires, a city steeped in legends. You might imagine that I have been tangoing the nights away, recovering languidly in the dim-lit cafes … Continue reading →

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coming home…

Posted on August 15, 2012 by risingontheroad

Hiya Bab, It’s been a long time eh? Days, weeks, months have folded back and peeled away since you went away. Seasons bloomed, blossomed then dried on the branch and fallen off forgotten. It has now been fifteen months since … Continue reading →

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the only exception..

Posted on August 13, 2012 by risingontheroad

I am a little scared. I have been left by the side of the road in a strange city at 4am and fifteen under. I’ve stood cowering in my pack, locked out, as lightening raged over head and spat rain … Continue reading →

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the darkness in the heart…

Posted on August 13, 2012 by risingontheroad

There is a darkness in the heart of all good things, The black spot that grows great if you stare too long into the sun. In love there is brokenness like no other joy. In each birthing of hope there … Continue reading →

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don’t make dreams wait…

Posted on August 13, 2012 by risingontheroad

It was my last day in the balmy north of Brazil before flying south back into winter and winds. I rose to grey skies, but dressed in optimism and headed to the beach. I am a Brit after all. At the … Continue reading →

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going back to Rio…

Posted on August 9, 2012 by risingontheroad

I am finding my way back to the words I want to say as I look back to the beach from a rainy day. It has been a while and the rhythm of my story has been broken, interrupted.

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