Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 23 october 2019
Flash, next-door’s Alsatian, looked up in surprise as Jason turned his battered Holden ute on to his concrete driveway and screeched to a sudden halt, only a hair’s breadth short of his treasured Manuka tree. Without so much as a glance at the dog who he usually greeted with much affection, he leapt out of the car, slammed the door shut behind him and stormed into his backyard. Jason was seething.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 18 september 2019
November rain fell slowly but steadily on to the windscreen of his car as Brendan drove through the city streets that were slowly being transformed by the dark of night. Where do I go from here, he wondered, smiling wryly, for he knew he could not care less. Driving around aimlessly helped him to relax a little and distance himself from his muddled thoughts. It helped him to view his life from a different perspective. His life? Good question. Right now, it felt as if he was living other people’s lives.
“How did it get to this?” he asked himself out loud.
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 4 september 2019
7 and she’s happy with tribal life in Papua New Guinea
Digging for yams with the village dogs
Dad comes home from good hunting
A piece of barbecued bush pig for tea
And a hug and kiss from Mum at night
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 20 august 2019
Bright light embraced Alfredo as he lay on the footpath in downtown Santiago de Chile. It made him blink and hold his hand up to shield his eyes. Then a calm and gentle voice sounded deep inside:
“There is no beginning, there is no end.”
Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on wednesday 24 july 2019
It is said that one day, when the world is in turmoil and humanity is lost in chaos, the Brothers shall return. It is they who will shine the light of love into the darkness and reignite the spirit of unity.
