The Olive Trees

When my mother died, I cleaned out her room but I couldn’t find the one thing I desperately searched for, in every little box and packet, in every piece of paper, every letter, every single thing she kept and treasured for eighty-four years of her life.

I looked through her beloved jewellery collection, her rock and precious stone collection, the stamps that she lovingly placed into her stamp books over generations of time. Receipts and Christmas cards, but not one word to understand who she was, or what she believed in, no clue about how she felt or thought.

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Anzac Day

 

Anzac Day has always been a special time for our family. Ever since I can remember we’ve been up early for the Service, then morning tea at the RSL Sub-branch and a rush to get Dad to the march in the city on time. He’s always marched on Anzac Day and this is the story of his last Anzac Day march in 2007.

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I Just Called to Say Thank You

 

I took a call recently and the woman on the other end of the line began; ‘I know it may seem a bit late in the day but thirty years ago when I was working in the Building Society, I sat in one of your training programs and I was thinking today that I never thanked you for changing the way I thought, all those years ago.’

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Are We There Yet?

Who hasn’t been on a long journey and said or heard this? The urgency to get to our destination becomes the imperative.

Getting there, wherever there is, has always been a driver in my life. But it isn’t the bee’s knees. In my search for outcomes, destinations and goals, it’s easy to lose touch with the here and now.

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