There are moments when we falter

There are moments when we falter—when confidence slips and we feel defeated. Not by life’s great storms, but by the tiny, unseen pebbles beneath our feet.

We long to believe that life is an epic struggle between right and wrong; that our integrity, like the waves, will wear away the harshness of every huge rock before us. Yet it is often the smallest, unnoticed stones that cause us to stumble.

Not the grand endeavours, but the quiet, careless acts of hurt or neglect shape the course of our lives. Over time, they guide where we stand, who we become, and what we leave behind of true worth.

May your footsteps in the pebbles of life leave a glorious imprint.

"Were man to appreciate the greatness of his station and the loftiness of his destiny he would manifest naught save goodly character, pure deeds, and a seemly and praiseworthy conduct."

Bahá’u’lláh

Exuberant Glee

Forgotten days

Of rain and beach

Riding on our inflatable double-mattress

borrowed from our tent

with my brothers in Cranfield

You tried to stay in the centre

otherwise, the waves knocked you into foaming fun

The screams, the laughter

the realisation

That joy is not dependent

On blue skies and sunshine

It springs from endeavours on challenging seas

Alongside loved ones

Exhilarated by the stolen roller coaster ride

Skin numb with cold

Hair tangled dripping ropes

Face red and wind whipped

The only idiots

In the sea

On a grey rain lashed shore

Buffeted by winds and waves

We scream our triumph

To the sea birds above

Adrenaline pumped

We ride the rough Atlantic waves

With exuberant glee

Joy wrestled from

grey skies and seas

What a glorious day!