The Consent of Ignorance

Look from behind a person and it’s unclear of the story, unclear of the circumstance and unclear of the place.  Look from behind me and you’ll only see the sense of managed calm and reflection, a graceful need to poise each tale beneath.  For the majority of the time, I have found that ignorance is…

The Power of Story

Today I had the absolute privilege of attending the APMJ, the Annual Palliative Medicine Junior Doctors’ Conference, at King’s College London, after I submitted a winning short story entry on the topic of ‘Grief’.  I had met some incredible and inspirational delegates and speakers over the course of the day, most of whom were either…

One Step at a Time

Being an easy wanderer, or rather, someone who naturally gets lost on their way somewhere, I have found that often, I find the best, most pleasantly surprising things in the quietest, most unsuspecting of neighbourhoods.  It took me 2 hours to find 163 steps worth of beautifully tiled brickwork on 16th Avenue, San Francisco, but…

Kangaroos in Africa

As a deafblind teenager, I was incredibly shy, lacking in confidence, and not particularly independent – wholesomely introverted you could say.  I was so terrified about how the world would judge me for what I couldn’t see and what I couldn’t hear and what I’d look like if I had to ask for help or…

Breaking barriers in the City of Dreams

Recovering from a big illness takes time, patience and strength, and some days just happen to be stronger than others.  I have accepted that today is a not-so-strong day and have been confined to bed, having already signed off of hospital placement for tomorrow, to give me time to recuperate and be good to myself. …

A Story of Beautiful Scars

There is something divine and so composed about the topic of purity.  But purity doesn’t always mean unscathed.  Purity can also be restless, war-torn and misunderstood, but it is always nonetheless beautiful.  And it’s something that stays with us all until the very end.  On the passing of my wonderful Grandma not that long ago,…

The Calm before the Storm

This time of year always brings about an element of optimistic calm.  I personally love the changing of the seasons, the blossoming of rich blood-red colour frolicking the side-walks, the crisp, cornflake leaves snowing on us like the pastries of cute cookie cutters.  It’s almost a beauty of serenity before the winter winds come creeping…

“Have courage and be kind”

After spending a good few hours mingling fruitlessly in and out of Brooklyn’s criss-cross avenues, the fog of Brownstone a frighteningly artistic contrast to the sky’s blues beyond, I eventually found yet another corner café where I could further sip away my afternoon, drowned in an infectiously comforting coffee. It was my first full day…

Hello, and welcome to ‘Setting Sights’!

Hello!  Welcome to my blog site ‘Setting Sights’.  It has taken me a very long while to finally establish a base to share all these stories and updates, but with the loving encouragement of many friends and family I have plucked up the motivation to finally get it on here and progress with a few…