As I boarded the bus with my sons, on that breeze bereaved summer’s day, I was feeling in fine fettle. I asked the driver for my ticket, but it failed to print out. He pressed all the right buttons (several times), exchanged the running-on-red ticket paper for a fresh roll, then pressed all the right […]
I had a lot on my mind yesterday. I know this because I spent a fair amount of time masquerading as a sour-faced-sharp-tongued-take-no-sh!t-kinda-b!tch-mama. From the moment I woke up, I was down on life, down on my lot, down in the mouth for no reason, other than being bludgeoned by a drudge of thinking.
When I was ten I lived in a tiny cul-de-sac at the top of a hill in a little red-roofed home, which used to house railway workers. From here, when clear, you could just about glimpse the shimmering sea. From there, the roof was a beacon amidst an ocean of grey slate.
I bumped into a friend the other week and we had one of those snatched chats that happen during those in-between moments when we are hurrying to someplace else. The nub of the conversation was that, often, our mental busyness gets in the way of our business.
The Truth surrounds us. Getting and forgetting it? That’s the Game of Life.
We are all born to parent. This was the loud-and-clear message of the Home and Family session at the Innate Health Conference yesterday. We have this instinct, you see. An innate ability and know-how to raise our young; even those of us who are doing it really badly. Even we are born to parent.
There’s something about singing. For me, since I was a small girl (where rumour has it I would wake my mother up at five in the morning, in full song) I have enjoyed making music with my voice. I can hold a tune fairly well, have an ear for a harmony and especially love to […]