My rose garden is a riot of colour and every time I see it, I think ‘abundance’. With abundance being my word for this year, I have been pondering the conditions that brought about this abundance of blooms and the lessons that I can apply in my life. The opposite of abundance is scarcity and, … Continue reading Lessons from a rose garden
I peer at the glass, strugglingto make out the image. Trying to discernthe shapeof the facestaring back at me. A face so familiarand yet indistinct. The lineswon't settleas they should.Shifting and movingin spite of my gaze. The image blursas my stareintensifies.My eyeswateringunder the strain. I am obscuredand despitemy effortI can notmake myselfappear. Thena shard of … Continue reading Reflect
I am not a person who swears very often, and so Amanda, Elaine and I were laughing about the fact that I drew this chapter for our Braving the Wilderness book club. In fact I was questioning exactly why Brené felt the need to call this chapter “Speak Truth to Bullshit. Be Civil”, until I … Continue reading Chapter Five: BS, the stories we tell ourselves, and truth
To brave the wilderness and become the wilderness we must learn how to trust ourselves and trust others. 'Belonging' ... what emotions does that word bring up in you? For me belonging is a complicated concept. I left Australia at the age of four and returned at fourteen. During these first years of my life … Continue reading Chapter Two: Who am I?
One of my girls favourite treats is apple juice. So much so that when we make a list in the school holidays of of fun things to do, "Drink apple juice" always makes it on there. We love to get our juicer out and make the juice ourself, watching the fruit whizz round and round and the liquid … Continue reading whatever is … pure
Ever had the sensation of going about your everyday, the ordinary routine of the minutiae of life. When you are suddenly struck by the feeling of being present at something sacred? A few weeks ago a good friend of mine was speaking at a retreat. She was sharing a story she had written. As I listened to … Continue reading the sacred work of becoming