I feel a light breeze, barely perceptible, brushing across my face, as I trail my hand in the river. The water pushes against my palm, forcing my fingers open as it slips through, and I stay that way until my wrist starts to ache with the chill. I can hear only the roar of rushing water, the distant calling of an eagle, and the hollow notes of the Tibetan monks. Oh, and also the urgent banging of a hand on my bedroom window, and the incessant whining of, "Mom! Mom! Mom, what

The journey of life sometimes feels like a ride on a ferris wheel. There are tremendous highs and inevitable lows; at times the view is clear and at other times we can't see the wood for the trees; but after a while we take stock of our journey and we realise that we're back where we started, as we have been many times before, and nothing has changed except the face in the mirror. Project 40 is a chance for you and me to take stock, to make decisions that step us off of the f

We have the privilege of living within walking distance from the beach. I love listening to the sound of the waves at night, and I love sitting on the beach and watching my kids playing in the sand. Unfortunately, though, our beach is very dangerous for swimming. There is a trench just a metre or two into the sea from where the waves break on the shore, and the sea gets deep instantly, and the shorebreak is pretty violent. A little while ago, when our youngest son was about t