If Home is where the heart is
Then may your Home be blessed
A shelter from the storms of Life
A place of rest,
And when each day is over
And toil put in its place
Your Home's dear warmth
Will bring its smile
To light the saddest face!

John McLeod

Just the word, “home” evokes a warm feeling in most of us.  But we certainly don’t all think of the same image.  For those of us who grew up in a home with loving parents and siblings, that scene may spring to mind.  For others, i...

I have chosen to come live in Johannesburg, described as the crime capitol of the world, for a period of 3 months or more.  I have now been here just over a month and this morning I became part of the crime statistics. 

Sitting in the front garden over breakfast and reading the daily lesson of The Course in Miracles, Louise Broomberg and I were relieved of her cell phone and my wallet and pocket knife by three young men who simply walked through the front gate, which we had inadvisedly le...