Falling Apart

I feel helpless and powerless

Watching your marriage fall apart;

You are starting to avoid him,

As he is avoiding you.

“You’re ungentle, irritable

and unreasonable,” he says;

You retort he’s worse than that.

He says you are roasting yourself,

In a self-imposed tragedy;

You belie his laidback lifestyle

And lackadaisical attitude.

Will you both find a middle ground,

Or will matters just execrate

Until there is total chaos,

Or when everything breaks down?

Cheer Up

You’re always too soft-hearted,

Shouldering all burdens and

Keeping the problems to yourself.

Life is not always easy,

but living in misery

Is not something acceptable.

It’s not the years, months or days,

Nor the minutes and seconds;

It’s that they take you for granted.

If they can’t appreciate

all the things that you have done,

Let go and don’t live life in vain.

You must think of your future,

More sacrifice is in vain;

It is futile to weep alone.

You’ve done everything you can,

so look back with no regrets;

I’ll always be here to cheer you.

Satir’s Piece

Ater reading my published memoir, Ms Abby, the facilitator of a course I recently attended (Coping and Overcoming Life Stressors) on 2, 9, 16 & 23 June, shared with me personally a piece from Satir, which I feel I must reproduce here:

To Be More Fully Me

I need to remember

I and me

and in all the world there is no one like me

I give myself permission

to discover me and use me lovingly

I look at myself and see

A beautiful instrument

In which that can happen

I love me

I appreciate me

I value me


From Making Contact by Virginia Satir (Millbrae, CA: Celestial Arts, 1976)



For a long time now,

I’ve not heard you

Tell me your fav’rite fable.

I’ve thought long and hard,

And I’m anxious:

Have I done anything wrong?

Then, in tears, you said:

“Fables tell lies,

For I can’t be your Princess”.

Maybe you don’t know,

That from hence on,

You’ve brightened up my life.

I will spread my wings

To protect you

And be your guardian angel.

Till the end of time,

We’ll be as one,

Surpassing any fable.




My heart wants to sing for you –

The lyrics are so sweet;

But I lack the courage

To tell you my feelings.

In whatever words or form,

Love is the only thing

That can keep us going

And stay strong together.

Our days are so beautiful,

Our nights so romantic;

Happiness is ahead

For us to grasp and keep.

Our Kind Of Traitor

This 2015 movie is based on a novel by John le Carre, about civilian people in the world of espionage.

The story begins in Moscow, where the opening scene shows a vast expanse of snow-covered land, followed by wide-angled views of the highways and mountains in the distance. Next, we’re in Marrakech, where we’re introduced to the main character, Dima (Stellan Skarsgard), drinking at a bar where there’s a lot of Russian singing in the background.

Dima introduces himself to a couple on vacation there: Perry McKendrick (Ewan McGreggor) and his wife Gail (Naomie Harris). Perry is a professor of poetics at London University (there’re later scenes in which he quotes the poets T. S. Eliot and Wilfred Owen) and Gail is a barrister. Dima is flamboyant and charismatic, and wins Perry over with his ability to recite his (Perry’s) credit card number after only taking a glimpse at it. Perry falls under his spell, and Dima convinces Perry and Gail to attend his daughter’s birthday party.

At the party, Dima reveals to Perry that he is the Vory (a kingpin money launderer for the mafia which he controls) and wants Perry to bring something (a memory stick) back to MI6 in London. At the airport, Perry is detained for more than two hours, and only then Gail understands what is happening. Gail is furious, as she know everything has its consequences, even though Perry says he didn’t want her involved.

Obviously, Dima thinks Perry is a man of principles and wants him to be present at a meeting with the informants in Paris. What perks me up by now is not the story, but the locations in Paris – the metro, the Petit Palais, the Hotel Bellevue, the Einstein Museum, the Club des Dois (where they play tennis), a private hangar, even the motorway, a ride through the streets and a shady neighbourhood. The grandeur and epitome of luxury, the panoramic coastlines, views of mountains, hillsides and the sea view from the helicopter or train are sights to behold. Especially so is the French Alps, where many scenes are shot. And the only time classical music is used to enhance the atmosphere – Chopin’s Waltz No 10 in B minor Op 69 No 2. (The music used throughout the rest of the movie range from pop to rap to Moroccon music.)

Fans of John le Carre would love the intrigue, but I like the underlying theme that family is the only thing that matters in the end. I also like that the characters are well-portrayed, detailed and layered. There is something sensitive and vulnerable in everybody, notably Perry, Gail and even in larger-than-life Dima.



Everyone should have dreams;

We shouldn’t be afraid of dreaming.

We decide where we want to go;

We shouldn’t think of escaping.

We’ll spread our wings and fly –

as high and far as possible –

to wherever the the wind takes us;

We’re not afraid when there’s rain.

There’ll be sunshine one day –

hope for our imagination,

different colours for various dreams,

happiness, joy and passion.