It’s on milestones like today, when I can look back and remember how much leaving London felt like a giant leap into the unknown, that I’m filled with so much gratitude that I’ve been able to keep going.
serendipity
Sketching Christmas spirit: Poinsettias and post office revelations.
Geraldine reminded me of a valuable truth that afternoon: that no matter what the crazy retailers want us to believe, Christmas isn’t about what we’re going to get or give. It’s about celebrating what we already have.
Sketching Ireland: Cider and serendipity in a Dublin pub
I decided that when Sanel does in fact realize his dream of drinking in an Irish pub, he won’t be disappointed. It was warm, it was human, it was the feeling of many people in a small room. And when you thought about it, you could almost smell the coast.
It’s launch time: A final countdown to Beneath the Lantern’s Glow.
Through it all, I’m so grateful for the gift of these last two months – for not only have I been able to be present with my family, but I’ve also had the time to put together and publish my first book of travel sketches, Beneath the Lantern’s Glow.
Sketching Vietnam: Sketching serendipities in Saigon’s Central Post Office.
Meeting Ksyucha, a fellow sketch artist, in the Saigon Central Post Office reminds me that it is such sketching serendipities I have come to live for – no matter how long the actual sketch itself may take to complete.
Raffles, rickshaws, revelations: Three years, three weekends in March.
I’m not much of a “returner” when it comes to travel, but I felt a strange sense of unfinished business with India. I missed the chaos, the chai, the challenge – and I knew what I had to do. I had to go back.
“We have same hobby”: On travel sketches and serendipity.
I’d come to Jimbaran Puri Bali resort to sketch, not be sketched, but my brief friendship with Made is humbling, reminding me for the thousandth time that we have little idea of the vast web of connections around us.







