Day One back on the Rock

I’m not sure if it is just the extended duration of the trip to get here (never doing a Greyhound coach again!) or the weather, or the weird way in which the pilot said Malta, but I did get teary-eyed as I noted the church of Hal-Luqa (the village my Mum hails from).

I refrained from clapping as we landed, which is a very Maltese thing to do, but could feel the excitement as I rushed out the plane into the warm air, and avoiding the packed escalator, almost jumped down the stairs and into the arms of my man.

The hype has not left me this morning as I woke up to hear birds (not seagulls!) and my sister putting on her make up as she got ready for work! Here are some things I re-discovered the beauty of the simple things in Malta.

1. Going out without a jacket for a 20 minute walk and feeling like you need to hang up to dry. Bliss! In other words the pure bliss of the sun and the heat!

2. Waking up to sounds of tea-making (a serious business)

3. Having Breakfast with the cat in the garden. The beautiful garden with the naspli (loquat) tree!


4. Listening to the melodic sound (or not) of Neighbours sharing a greeting in Maltese while cleaning the porch (they cleaned the night before)

5. People stopping by the side of the road because they recognized you and treat you as if you haven’t set foot on the island in decades!

6. Family – so much of it (all 8 phonecalls to relatives complete!)

I will take pictures of my beautiful garden and the beautiful sky and post them later on!




‘He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone’

This is not a religious blog however I have been pondering for days the current case in Malta of the two young people and their tragic story. I have no right, nor enough information to make judgement on the case, as there is a compilation of evidence which will clearly show the truth, and we should trust the justice system properly. That he was wrong on a number of levels, one cannot deny. But saying more than that is incorrect.

The reading in the gospel on Monday was the famous adulteress who was about to be stoned before Jesus intervened and said the famous words above. It made me ponder on the amounts of times we threw stones, not thinking twice about what we say and do, and their consequences. We condemn the ‘government’ in Syria, and Putin in Crimea but what battles do we fight in our daily life? How many stones do We throw?

Weren’t those comments on that poor girl’s askfm profile, stones that pushed her to the edge? Weren’t facebook comments and blogs about a clearly depressed young man, vinegar on his already bleeding wounds? What if the stone you threw was not speaking out when you saw something not right? An intimate but indecent relationship? Domestic abuse?

We make statements based on stories we hear on the media, and even though we will hear his side of the story at some point – it has already been tainted by speculation. Speculation which, whether we like it or not, has already tainted the evidence. The questions we should be asking are what we are going to do about self-harming which has increased drastically in the young generation? Do we have guidelines in schools about what to do if a friend is self-harming? Are we going to take action against What about our opinion on young adults of age 15 being left alone for days?

We find it easy to point our finger and call people names when we don’t know them or they don’t know us. We don’t know their story. How do we expect people to understand us, if we are incapable to understanding others? If we are not able to be emphatic? How many stones have you thrown today, hiding behind the veil of the internet, harmless gossip and sensationalism?

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