A bed under the stars

I knew straight up it was going to be one of those days. I don’t know how, but some days just have a weird vibe about them and I find myself feeling more flustered than I would normally, less able to focus, pulled in too many different directions. The day didn’t start out badly, quite... Continue Reading →


A few days ago my sister wrote a story about a feeling of overwhelming loneliness, an encounter with an old man, a story shared, empathy and encouragement. It was sweet and it touched people and in the comments there was talk of tears, angels, sensitivity, blessing and all things beautiful. But I got stuck in... Continue Reading →

Your visa has expired!

Every now and then, back in Mozambique, we help get some of our friends access to medical care across the border in Malawi. There’s one hospital in particular about 20km from the border post where they have a new digital xray machine (granted it only works at certain hours of the day when the power... Continue Reading →


As promised, here’s an amazing story of hope and healing. I’ve really written it for myself. It’s super long and full of lots of mundane details. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, the beauty is often in the mundane details. If you do want to read it all, you are very welcome! And please... Continue Reading →

Bushfire season

It's taken me quite a while to really let it sink in that bushfires in Massangulo are nothing like bushfires in Australia. The noise is impressive and every now and then the flames are spectacular but they move quite slowly - there just isn't enough fuel to really get them going. Even on a windy... Continue Reading →

Monday Adventures

One of the best things about having Sally here in Massangulo (there are many) is that she's pretty much always willing to join me on my somewhat crazy and often overly ambitious adventures. As we were driving home from Lichinga on Sunday evening, I asked her if she would like to join me for a... Continue Reading →

Friday Funeral Part 2

Maybe I'm becoming more Yawo than I realise. The 40 or so days after someone's death are considered an official mourning period. Any family or village decisions that need to be made relating to the person who has died  are put off until after the sadaka (remembrance gathering) on the 40th day after the funeral.... Continue Reading →

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