It’s easy to forget how easily our minds can go to war with our bodies. Especially when it’s close to home; when someone triggers a negative reaction in you. (more…)
I was asked to speak with the Society of Women Writers earlier in the year and was delighted to find an enthusiastic, willing group of creatives, all at completely different stages of their creative journey.
They opened their hearts and minds to me and each other, to look at new ways of thinking and writing.
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.
I was talking with a friend about values and behaviours recently and how, while we can hold and truly believe a value, if we don’t back it up with our behaviour, the value becomes hollow.
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.
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.’