She’s got a heavy heart, a messy soul, a reckless mind,
and I think it’s beautiful the way she carries herself.
When I read this, something inside me relaxed; something moved through me and I realised that I can have amazing things, good and bad happening in my life and still be OK. Still be the essential me. (more…)
I was rushing to visit my Dad a few years back, ticking off my list of things completed and adding others as I drove steadfastly towards RSL Care.
I had just been to a meeting and I was concerned about another one, scheduled on the other side of town in two hours; yet it was very important to fit this precious man into my crazy schedule. (more…)
I was listening to a group of young women in a café recently. They were in great spirits; a bottle of champagne arrived at the table. One of the women tapped her glass with a spoon to announce, ‘We hope you have a lovely wedding and a lovely honeymoon.’ (more…)
What are you doing my love?
The pantry cupboard is wide open when I discover my grandson, Mister Two, lost inside its contents.
‘Dunno’ he said with a barefaced, cheeky grin on his face,
He was caught just before he was going to pull the contents from the not available section. And he knew he was caught. (more…)
One thing I’ve discovered about creativity is that it’s best mates with intuition. To enter my creative space, I let go of what I should do and tune into what could I do, this is my imaginative, intuitive self.
My intuition works best when I need to make a decision or when something has happened that doesn’t feel right. I usually find when things aren’t right, warning bells ring in my head, or sometimes I have a general feeling of discomfort. I have to be alert to this because this feeling is my intuition and it is GOLD. (more…)
My grandsons are on the floor. Coloured pens and drawing paper are littered around them.
‘What’s a revolution Grandma?’
‘I think you mean resolution, darling, and it’s a sort of a goal.’
‘Oh goals, I know what they are,’ says Mister Seven taking the blank piece of paper from my hand and busying himself with the green pen.
‘So how many do you need?’ He asks. (more…)