Seven doors down. Reaching out to your neighbour seven doors down, because those in-between would not, could not, or did not. But she did, and next thing you know, she was involved, the default next of kin in the family, given disapproving looks in the hospital when that person cursed…
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The last time. So many last times recently. The last time I will see your face. The last time I will be here. The last time I can be of assistance. The last time … to say good-bye. Sometimes the last time is simply a point in time, not anticipated…
Cape Conran, south eastern Victoria. The romanticism of returning there recently and remembering the young boy so overjoyed to explore the huge sand dunes and climb across the rocks at water’s edge. The innocence, the joy, the fun. Still beautiful and impressive through that now grown boy’s eyes. Overlooking…
If we are loving what we are doing, if we are loving who we are with, then surely joyfulness can be a natural consequence. But what comes first? Finding the love, or finding the joy? Perhaps it is just a preparedness to be open to both. As my favourite psychological…
OK, I have very quickly found a way to weave one of my all-time favourite artists into the conversation. No, the weather this day was not kind, at Hanging Rock in central Victoria, Australia. But the crowd was. A great day to be had by all. This time in 2013,…
Travelling through Asia a few years ago, I realised how privileged I was, to have the life I have. Grateful for being safe growing up, and throughout my adult years. Grateful that I had parents who valued education of their children. Grateful for wonderful partner and very special children…