Postcards from Bosnia is an audio journey into the heart of Bosnia and Herzegovina — seen through the eyes of an Englishman who has made this place his home.
Each episode is like a postcard: a small, personal glimpse into life, culture, history, and the beautiful messiness of daily moments.
Whether you’re curious about slow living, hidden corners of the Balkans, or what it’s really like to grow older in a new culture, these stories invite you to pause, reflect, and connect.
🌿 Slow Living in Bosnia: How Choosing a Slower Pace Fuels Creativity After 70
Monday, September 1, 2025 • Duration 09:07
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In today’s episode of Postcards from Bosnia, I’m taking you behind the fast-paced noise of the internet to the quiet rhythms of my little village here in northern Bosnia and Herzegovina. Life here isn’t measured in likes, views, or endless notifications, it’s shaped by the seasons, the people, and the simple rituals that keep us grounded.
As someone now in my seventies, I’ve discovered that choosing slow living in Bosnia has been the key to staying creative, active, and inspired. I’ll share how daily walks along the River Vrbas, conversations with neighbours, and even the traditions of harvest and rakija-making give me more energy and ideas than chasing trends ever could.
If you’ve ever felt the pressure to post faster, scroll endlessly, or keep up with online trends, this episode is for you. You’ll hear why stepping back, embracing slower rhythms, and focusing on authentic storytelling can help you rediscover your creativity, no matter your age.
Slow living isn’t just a lifestyle choice, it’s a creative toolkit. And here in Bosnia, it might just hold lessons for all of us.
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When a Numb Lip Took Me Back: My Guillain-Barré Syndrome Story
Friday, August 15, 2025 • Duration 13:08
Not too long ago, I was sitting quietly here at home when something odd happened.
My lower lip went numb.
Not entirely, but just enough to make me stop and think.
Now, for most people, that might not mean much. Maybe just a fleeting reminder of a trip to the dentist. But for me, it took me straight back, nearly 40 years back, in fact, to a part of my life I rarely talk about.
A chapter that began with a similar sensation… and ended with me learning to walk again.
A Different Kind of Journey
Back in 1987, I was serving with the British Army in Germany. Life was, as it always seemed to be back then, busy, fast-paced, and full of uniformed routine.
And then I noticed something strange. First, the tingling around my mouth. Then the pins and needles in my feet. I chalked it up to tight boots. Classic army thinking, really.
But within days, my speech had started to slur. I was staggering, though I didn’t realise it at the time. My mates thought I’d been drinking. I hadn’t.
Things escalated quickly. I was sent to the military hospital in Hannover, where the doctors were puzzled. Tests, theories, guesses. No answers.
Within days, I was flown back to the UK, to the military hospital in Aldershot. And within hours of arriving, they had a diagnosis:
I’d never heard of it back then. Most people still haven’t.
Guillain-Barré Syndrome (GBS)is a rare autoimmune disorder where the body’s immune system mistakenly attacks the peripheral nervous system. It can cause muscle weakness, numbness, and in more severe cases, like mine, paralysis.
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What It Really Takes to Settle in Bosnia Long-Term
Thursday, August 14, 2025 • Duration 14:53
Pull up a chair — this one’s a ramble, but the good kind.
It’s a Wednesday evening in northwest Bosnia. The sun’s just dipped behind Kozara National Park, painting the sky in that deep red you only get here. Tamara’s in Banja Luka with her mum, Predrag (her father) is off with a chainsaw (don’t ask), and I’m here with two dogs, seven cats, and my thoughts.
This episode is about what it really takes to live here long-term. Not the glossy “buy a house in Portugal” kind of podcast episode, but the truth about visas, bureaucracy, and why most foreigners in Bosnia are here because they’ve married locals. I talk about property, residency permits, and why embracing the culture and language isn’t optional. It’s survival.
There’s a little bit of Hemingway, a little bit of homesickness, and a lot of reflection on what it means to be happy in later life. If you’ve ever thought about packing up and moving somewhere far from home — or you’ve done it and know that strange tug of wanting to visit “home” but never really go back — this one’s for you.
If you like the sound of crickets under a Balkan sunset and the idea of living somewhere without an expat bubble, hit play. This is life, unfiltered.
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Hannah’s Bosnia – A Return to the Unexpected
Wednesday, July 30, 2025 • Duration 19:15
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It’s a misty Sunday morning in the village, the firewood’s sorted for next winter, and the banana plant has, miraculously, survived.
In this special episode, first aired back in March 2024, I sit down outdoors with Hannah Thomas, a young German-American nurse who’s just wrapped up her second visit to Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Joined this time by her father, brother, boyfriend, and younger brother, Hannah reflects on what it’s like to travel somewhere that’s not “on the list.”
We talk about ćevapi comparisons between Croatia and Bosnia (spoiler: Bosnia wins), what shocked her the first time she crossed the border, and how it feels to slow down, embrace ćejf, and soak in a country still unknown to many.
This is the first time a guest has agreed to chat right here, and it’s raw, real, and refreshingly honest.
We explore:
The contrasts between German and Bosnian culture through the eyes of a traveler in her twenties
Why slow travel in the Balkans might be the antidote to all-inclusive burnout
How Bosnia’s charm sneaks up on you, through smoky cafés, fruit markets, and unexpected kindness
So brew yourself something warm, find a quiet moment, and join us for a very human story about family, curiosity, and the power of returning.
Have you ever visited a country that completely changed your perspective, where your expectations didn’t match the reality?
If so, where was it… and would you go back?Let’s Stay Connected
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🎙️ The Dusk Chorus from Underground
Wednesday, July 23, 2025 • Duration 27:48
As I sit outside this evening, the sun is just slipping behind the wooded hills of Kozara National Park. The sky turns that perfect dusky pink, the kind that makes me reach for my camera, though it never seems to capture the colours quite right. I must work on that.
But tonight isn’t about the view. It’s about the sound.
Not the familiar birdsong, the bark of a village dog, or even the faint whir of a distant tractor.
No, this evening’s soundtrack is coming from underground.
Meet the Mole Cricket
Around this time of year, late July, something remarkable happens just below the surface of the soft, river-fed soil we have all around us.A gentle, rolling trill begins to rise from the earth. At first, it sounds faint, almost electronic. Then, as the minutes pass, others join in, and the entire area begins to hum.
These mysterious little performers?
Mole crickets.
Now, I’ll be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention to them until about three years ago. They’re not flashy. You won’t catch them hopping across the path or fluttering through the trees. No, they live in the quiet, deep in the soil, digging with their strong, spade-like forearms and keeping mostly to themselves.
We accidentally dug one up during some garden work once, and I was genuinely startled. They’re not the most handsome of creatures, in fact, I’d say they’re a bit grotesque,but they’ve earned their place in my summer evenings.
Nature’s Hidden Symphony
There’s a particular kind of magic to their chorus.
It starts with just one cricket calling out from its burrow. Then another replies. And another. Before long, the valley becomes filled with this strange, pulsing music, nature’s own ambient soundtrack.
It’s not easy to miss, even if you’re busy scrolling or wrapped up in the noise of the day. But if you sit still and let yourself listen, it’s like discovering a secret concert performed just for you.
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Hidden Waterfalls, Warm Pools, and Slow Living
Wednesday, July 16, 2025 • Duration 19:09
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📍 A Walk in the Garden, and a Few Thoughts from Čardačani
Hello and welcome back to Postcards from Bosnia.
If you heard a funny announcement at the start, no, that wasn’t a railway station speaker! It was actually someone calling a staff member over the loudspeaker in a local supermarket. Life’s little unexpected moments always make me smile.
I haven’t shared one of these “walking in the garden” updates for a while, so I thought today was the perfect day to do just that.
Recent Visitors from Austria
As I walk up the hill (you might hear a bit of huffing and puffing!), I think back over the last few days. We had Fritz and his wife Nicole visiting us here in Čardačani, that’s our little village between Banja Luka and the Croatian border.
They’ve been here several times before and have already promised they’ll be back next year. They left just a few hours ago on their motorbike, heading back to Niederösterreich in Lower Austria after a long, winding journey.From Austria into Italy, then a ferry to Greece, up through Albania and Montenegro, and finally here to us.
We spent the days sharing local food (Tamara always works her magic in the kitchen), enjoying some pivo and rakija, and simply relaxing. Yesterday, after nearly two weeks of travel, they were ready for a slow day, and we gave them exactly that.
A Magical Evening by the Water
In the evening, we took them to Slap, a beautiful little waterfall outside Banja Luka, right on the Vrbas river.
We sat down to dinner, chatted about life, and watched Fritz capturing videos and photos.
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The Silence of Al Jazeera Balkans
Monday, July 14, 2025 • Duration 04:48
A Sad Farewell to an Important Voice
Hello from Bosnia. Today, I want to share something that’s left me truly disappointed. A rare moment where I find it hard to keep my usual optimistic outlook.
The End of Al Jazeera Balkans
This past Saturday, 12 July, Al Jazeera Balkans closed its doors after almost 14 years of broadcasting. Whether you tuned in regularly or not, the channel has been a critical voice in the Western Balkans.A region where most media is tightly controlled by governments or big business interests. Al Jazeera Balkans stood out as an alternative, independent perspective, a place where tough questions were still asked.
More Than Just Another Newsroom
Of course, they had their own editorial stance. Every newsroom does. But what set them apart was their commitment to diverse, in-depth storytelling and their courage to challenge power. Over the years, they produced documentaries, investigative reports, and live debates that gave space to stories that might otherwise have been buried. And they did so in the languages of the region, from Serbian and Croatian to Bosnian and Macedonian, making their work accessible to so many.
A Huge Loss for Media Freedom
Officially, the closure came down to economic and organisational decisions from headquarters in Doha. But whatever the reason, the result is the same.One less independent voice, one less safe space for journalists, and fewer opportunities to hear all sides of the story.
Around 200 staff are now without work, and in this fragile media environment, that is a devastating blow.
Where Do We Go From Here?
As someone who’s called this region home for over two decades, I’ve seen the struggles for media freedom up close. This feels like a big step backward. But despite this, I still believe in the region’s positive future.
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Do you think there’s still space for independent journalism in the Balkans? Or are we slipping into a single echo chamber?
Let’s keep the conversation going. Vidimo se opet.
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A New Name, The Same Heart
Sunday, June 29, 2025 • Duration 14:17
Welcome to Postcards from Bosnia.
This morning, as I wandered through our small apple orchard here in Čardačani, I noticed apples scattered on the ground. Maybe it’s the heat, already 29 degrees and climbing to 32 today, but it got me thinking about change and cycles. As a sleek cyclist sped past, dressed head-to-toe in gear, it reminded me how life moves at different paces for everyone.
Why the Name Change?
After a lot of thought (and some gentle nudging from Tamara, my wife and biggest supporter), I’ve decided to rename my podcast from A Baby Boomer in Bosnia to Postcards from Bosnia. Tamara wisely pointed out that focusing on age might limit the audience. She encouraged me to share these stories more broadly, to anyone curious about life in Bosnia and Herzegovina beyond the guidebooks.
I also ran a poll among my Substack subscribers, and the feedback was clear. It’s time to shift focus. Friends like Christian Payne echoed this, reminding me that age is just a number and that I should write for anyone eager to connect, not just my own generation.
Reflections from Haarlem
This change coincided with a refreshing trip to Haarlem in the Netherlands to visit my sister and brother-in-law. We traveled by bus from Banja Luka to Zagreb, flew to Amsterdam, and then took a local bus to Haarlem. For Tamara, it was her first time in the Netherlands, and she loved it.
Haarlem felt like a perfect alternative to the bustle of Amsterdam.Full of beautiful old houses leaning gently after centuries on stilts, friendly people, and charming canals. We even took a short trip to Zandvoort to see the North Sea, a place close to my heart as a Brit. While I expected to feel waves of nostalgia, I was surprised to find no deep emotional tug. It reinforced my feeling of being an “in-betweener”. Not fully British anymore, yet not completely Bosnian either.
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By the Banks of the Turjanica
Sunday, May 11, 2025 • Duration 16:32
A Stroll into Stillness
It’s a bright Sunday, and I’ve taken a short wander, just a kilometre and a half from my front door, down through the fields, to the river Turjanica. No fancy kit today, just my mobile phone doubling as a microphone, minus a pop shield. The Turjanica gently winds its way near our village before slipping into the Vrbas a few bends downstream. The Vrbas itself journeys from the south of Bosnia all the way to the Croatian border.
Unexpected Beauty
The Turjanica isn’t always what you’d call a beauty spot. I remember one summer when it all but dried up, and I stumbled across a wild boar carcass lying in the dust. These riverbanks have seen their share of neglect, fly-tipping, plastic, and the like. But today? After some heavy rain and, oddly, a few truckloads of gravel, the place feels reborn. A makeshift beach has emerged, shingle and pebbles sculpted by the current. It’s not a resort by any stretch, but it’s oddly charming.
Sounds and Silence
I found a flat patch among the stones, stretched out on my bag, and hit record. The river’s chatter is now part of my sound archive. In that stillness, I imagined a folding chair, a parasol, maybe even a mobile grill. The idea of simple pleasures, undisturbed and honest. It has a magic of its own.
A Nudge Back to Creativity
I’ve not updated A Baby Boomer in Bosnia in over a month. Life gets in the way. But today, the swallows dancing overhead and the river’s quiet company reminded me why I do this. And if you’re someone over 40 or 50, thinking about podcasting but unsure where to begin, I’m sketching out a simple, affordable course that might just be for you.
Looking Ahead
Before the month’s out, I’ll be running a podcasting workshop in Banja Luka. But first, a trip to Skopje for some presentations—and a kind reminder from my hosts to take an extra night to rest. Something I’m finally learning to do.
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Grass, Guests, and Getting Back on Track
Friday, May 2, 2025 • Duration 13:15
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Easter Reflections and Simple Pleasures
Hello again from Čardačani, where I’ve been putting my thoughts together after a short break. Today I’m sitting at the top of our garden, watching spring roll quickly into summer. The grass is up to my calves, the birds are in full voice, and I thought it was time to share what’s been going on.
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The last episode I recorded was just before Easter. This year, both Roman Catholic and Serbian Orthodox Christians celebrated Easter on the same day, which doesn’t happen too often. We kept things low-key. A quiet family gathering, a small (but still generous by British standards) spread, and just good conversation. Sometimes, simple really is best.
The Weather’s Turning — and So Is the Garden
With the temperatures climbing, it’s 25°C now, pushing 29 tomorrow, it feels like the season is speeding ahead. Tamara’s father has already strimmed the lower garden, and our kitchen garden is beginning to take shape. In front of our house, the grass is slowly returning to its “Wimbledon” look. Wwell, that’s the British in me talking.
Why the Two-Week Silence?
You might’ve noticed I’ve been quiet for a little while. No podcast uploads, no blog posts. There’s no dramatic story here, just life. A mix of recovery after the holidays, preparing a talk, a bit of mental fog, and honestly, not feeling 100%.
I’ve never wanted to put something out just for the sake of it. If I’m not in the right headspace, I’d rather wait. That’s something I think many of us, especially in later life, begin to better understand.
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It affects about 1 in 100,000 people each year. So not common. But when it strikes, it can be devastating.
There’s no known cause, though it’s often triggered by a viral or bacterial infection. And there’s no cure, only treatment and rehabilitation.
In my case, I was paralysed from the chest down. By Christmas Eve 1987, I was in intensive care, unable to move and barely able to breathe after also contracting the flu. It wasn’t exactly the festive break I’d imagined.
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The Long Way Back
Recovery was slow. There’s no shortcut with GBS. It takes its time, and you just have to go along with it.
After some time in a general ward, wheelchair-bound and struggling, I was sent to a place that would become central to my recovery: RAF Headley Court.
Now, if you’ve never heard of it, Headley Court was a military rehabilitation centre in Surrey, housed in a beautiful old country manor. For decades, it helped wounded service personnel rebuild their lives, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Originally opened during WWII to treat RAF pilots with severe injuries, it became known for its cutting-edge rehabilitation programmes and holistic approach. Sadly, the Ministry of Defence closed it in 2018, moving rehabilitation services elsewhere, but back in the 80s and 90s, it was a beacon of recovery.
And for me? It was where I learned to walk again. Literally.
Climbing stairs, balancing on crutches, falling down and getting back up.
There were days I thought I wouldn’t make it.
But the staff there were extraordinary. Firm but fair. Encouraging without pity.
Not Just Physical
One thing I hadn’t expected was the emotional toll.
When you lose your independence, even temporarily, you realise just how much you take for granted.
Simple things like walking to the bathroom. Signing your name. Holding a cup of tea.
Everything had to be relearned.
But slowly, with effort (and a bit of British stubbornness), I got there. And 18 months after that first numb lip, I was back in uniform. Not long after that, I was climbing volcanoes in the Ecuadorian Andes, just to prove to myself that I could.
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Still With Me?
I don’t tell this story very often. It’s not something that comes up in conversation here in the Balkans.
But that lip? That tiny little sensation the other day?
It reminded me that Guillain-Barré Syndrome never really leaves you.
These days, I’m over 70 and still reasonably active, walking daily, exploring, creating, podcasting. But the fatigue that comes with GBS is something else. It’s not ordinary tiredness. It’s deeper. Heavier.
Back in the day, I ignored it. I was told to rest when I felt exhausted. I didn’t. Army culture doesn’t make room for naps.
But now? I listen to my body. I rest when I need to. And I don’t feel guilty about it anymore.
Why I’m Sharing This
I’m sharing this not because I want sympathy or attention, but because maybe, just maybe, someone else out there is struggling with strange symptoms, exhaustion, or the slow road to recovery.
If that’s you, you’re not weak. You’re healing.
And if, by chance, you’ve had Guillain-Barré Syndrome too… get in touch. There aren’t many of us, and it’s always good to swap stories from the other side.
Until Next Time
Next post, I promise, we’ll be back to rivers and rakija.
But every now and then, it’s good to remember where we’ve come from.
And if your lip ever goes numb… maybe don’t just blame the coffee.
Stay curious. Stay kind. And rest when you need to.
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That’s one of the many things I’ve come to love about life here. The quiet things are the main event. You begin to mark the seasons not just by the dates on the calendar, but by the sounds around you.
In spring, it’s the frogs.
In June, it’s the nightingales.
And in the height of summer, like right now, it’s the shy, subterranean song of the mole crickets.
The Rhythm of My Bosnia
What I’m sharing here isn’t a tourist destination or a hidden gem to pin on Google Maps. It’s just a moment. A rhythm. A reminder that some of the most beautiful parts of life are the ones that hum gently in the background, waiting for you to notice.
So wherever you are, walking, working out, winding down,I hope you’ll pause and listen to your own dusk chorus. I’d love to know what it sounds like where you live.
Let’s Stay Connected
If you enjoyed this little postcard from my Bosnian summer, I’d love to hear from you. You can drop me a message.
🎧 And if you’d like to experience it yourself, I’ve included a short soundscape, just under half an hour , of the dusk chorus recorded right here in Čardačani.
Thank You
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Afterwards, we drove past Banja Vručica, natural warm pools on the river. Even as the evening got chilly, people sat happily in the steaming water, beer cans in hand, soaking in the supposed healing properties.
I love these places. Spots you’d easily drive past without knowing they exist. Fritz and Nicole both said they would never have discovered them on their own.
Off the Tourist Trail
When you come to Bosnia and Herzegovina, especially the northern region of Krajina, you’re visiting an area still wonderfully under the radar.
If you choose to stay with us, we can show you places far away from the usual guidebook suggestions. Places you might miss unless you know a local. We move slowly, enjoy each moment, and encourage guests to embrace local food and traditions.
As Fritz and Nicole said, they felt they’d seen a different side of Bosnia, and that’s exactly what we want to share.
A Walk Through Banja Luka
After the pools, we took a slow walk through Banja Luka. They were amazed by how clean and orderly the city felt, and by its fascinating blend of architectural styles: from sleek modern buildings, to the heavy, concrete lines from the Yugoslav period, to elegant Austro-Hungarian facades, and finally the older Ottoman houses.
We passed a church where a small group of young people were singing under the guidance of a choir leader, a Syrian woman, an Orthodox Christian who now calls Bosnia home. Their voices carried beautifully through the evening air.
I managed to pull out my phone and catch a rough recording, which is at the end of this podcast episode.
Weather, Orchards, and Changing Seasons
As I walk, I notice the brown patches in the grass, we’re still in the middle of very hot days, up in the mid-to-high thirties. Rain is expected tonight, and we’re hoping for a good, heavy downpour to quench the thirsty land.
The weather patterns have shifted over the years. Winters aren’t what they used to be; snow has become rare and fleeting. The plum orchard in front of me looks sad, with broken trees from recent storms. Tamara’s father is debating whether to cut them down and start over, a big decision at his age.
Still, there’s some comfort in the cycles. We have more than enough rakija from past harvests, and there are small green apples lying on the ground waiting to become jabukovača (apple rakija). Later, we’ll gather them and let them ferment for distillation.
Slow Mornings and the Joy of “Boredom”
I often say my life is boring now, but in truth, it’s anything but. After decades in a fast-paced media world, I’ve learned to embrace slower rhythms.Long mornings, time to read (even if on my Kindle), and fewer distractions.
Yes, my mind still races in the morning. Write for Substack, do this, do that. But nowadays, I remind myself it’s okay to pause. To stand in the shade, to listen to the birds, to watch the orchard quietly.
Plans and Exciting Adventures
We have more guests arriving soon, and Tamara is busy planning a September trip for us to Lukomir, Bosnia’s most remote village. High in the mountains, it’s inaccessible for much of the year. We’ll head there with friends, guided by our friend Senad and his trusty 4x4. I’m sure there will be plenty of stories to share after that adventure.
Everything in Its Place
Last night, as Nicole looked over the river at the waterfall, she said, “Everything is perfect here.”
It reminded me of a line from a James Last song connected to a German TV film: “At seven in the morning, the world is in order.” For me, at seven in the morning, standing in my garden, the world really is in order.
A Little Gift for You
At the end of this post, you’ll find that quick recording from Banja Luka, young voices singing a traditional song in the open air.
It moved me, and I hope it does the same for you.
Thank You
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One of the more exciting things I’ve been involved in recently was giving a talk at a co-working space in Banja Luka. It was all in English and focused on how to grow your voice online, be it through storytelling, podcasting, or simply finding your medium.
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I shared tips about speaking to just one person. Whether they’re reading, watching, or listening. I truly believe that’s where connection lives. The group was made up mostly of people from the Instagram generation, and while I admire their energy, I’m still not a fan of leaving my creative reach up to the whims of an algorithm.
Orwell, Algorithms, and Audio
All this talk about algorithms got me picking up 1984 again. Orwell’s observations feel unnervingly current. It’s why I love audio so much. It’s human. It’s direct. It doesn’t demand likes or hashtags. Just presence and honesty.
And maybe that’s why I’ve been feeling a little foggy. Not unwell exactly, just a bit low. I’m aware of how easy it is to brush things off, especially health issues as we get older. “Is it serious? Should I bother the doctor?” That kind of internal monologue. But the truth is, it’s okay to pause. To reflect. To admit when we need a bit of space.
And if truth be told I think I am firmly in the “What you don’t know, wont hurt you”
Creating for the Next Generation
I’ve been thinking more and more about this plan I have for documenting my life. Not for fame or likes, but maybe for my grandchildren. I’ve said before, I can’t write for toffee, so writing a memoir? Not likely. But audio? That I can do. And maybe others like me can too.
I’m putting together a five-hour workshop here in Banja Luka for aspiring storytellers, showing them how to use podcasts and vodcasts (video podcasts) to share their narratives. And I’m toying with the idea of a version specifically for older people, those who want to leave a legacy, in their own voice, with just a smartphone and a bit of curiosity.
Life in the Village (Plus Guests and Dogs)
Right now, we have guests staying upstairs. A lovely middle-aged couple from Novi Sad with five dogs! Add to that our own two dogs and seven cats, and it’s safe to say the house is lively.
I find it fascinating. They (the guests) live in one of the prettiest parts of Serbia, the Vojvodina, but choose to spend their long weekends here in our quiet village in northern Bosnia. I suppose it’s like that for all of us. We live in beauty but still long for a change of scene.
Looking Ahead: The Netherlands and a New E-book
Tamara and I are planning a trip to visit my sister in Haarlem, near Amsterdam, this June. A chance to reconnect, catch our breath, and enjoy some city life. I’m also pulling together an e-book about podcasting. A companion piece to my workshop and possibly the start of a new offering: Podcasting Over 40 (or 50, or 70!).
There’s something deeply rewarding in helping others discover their voice, especially those who didn’t grow up with all this tech. The truth is, you don’t need much, and audio, unlike video, lets you stay behind the mic, not in front of the lens.
May Day and Moments of Pause
It’s the second of as I write this, during Bosnia’s extended May Day holidays. Two days off, plus the weekend, and soon another public holiday on May 9th, remembering the end of WWII. It’s a good moment to reflect. To breathe. To be grateful.
That’s a Wrap Then
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