On Friday I posted an honest Easter reflection, in part about losing my Christian faith. I have already been judged by some people I know, a couple to the point of saying they admire the work I do, but have now lost respect for me because I don’t believe in ‘their God’, and I quote,…
“Stop hesitating. Stop wavering. Stop questioning. Tell the voices of opposition to shut up. Refuse to be ruled by Fear. And then, get on with what you were born to do. What is Fear? Fear is avoiding a tough conversation you need to have. Fear is asking for advice when you already know what to do.…
No doubt most people my age remember this product, the meat when there was no fresh meat, cooked and served in all sorts of ways to made it vaguely edible. Fried was always the best way to eat it, served with peas and mashed potatoes, and lots of tomato sauce, or dead horse as we…
WordPress sent me some statistics about the last 12 months of blogging, and I have added some of it today… The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. It would take about 3 days for that many people to see my blog if it was an exhibit at the Louvre Museum. It was a…
The last twelve months have been full of some exciting adventures, a few major challenges, the birth of a couple of ‘babies’ of mine, some significant losses and quite a lot of grief. It has also been a time spent with family, and trips overseas and interstate for friends, family and advocacy work. We cannot go back to it…
It feels as if I am being pulled by a stronger force not to publish a blog some days, a vaguely conscious decision, but one coming from somewhere else. There is no valid reason not to blog every day, and there is also no valid reason to do so either. The value of writing privately or publicly, is…
Next Sunday I will be heading to Sydney to meet up with Gill Phillips, the creator and owner of Whose Shoes. Not so long ago, she was one of my axe murdering Imaginary friends!! We are working together in three states, Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide towards creating change in practice, in particular in the area of…
The art of handwriting and letter writing is becoming obsolete as we are all using text messaging, email, Twitter, Facebook and other types of social media. I have gathered lots of global friends via my blog, and now consider them to be pen pals, and am excited to be meeting a few of them soon…
Today is Day 28 of my National Poem Writing Month challenge, and I have managed to write a haiku each day, often using an image to spark my imagination. Todays poem is called Alone and has me thinking more about loneliness, dementia and dying. I’m not so sure the loneliness is any worse than when you are facing…
This is a great article about social media Blogging to share good practice. Thanks Gill Phillips!
A fellow blogger, Worrywarts guide… led me to the YouTube clip below (thank you). It catapulted me into a ‘reconsider my various mantras’ mode, such as ‘you live until you die’ and ‘live every day as if it’s your last, just in case it is’. And then it made me wonder how many days until…
A couple of weeks ago I ‘lost’ a blog post, and the day after I asked for someone to tell me if they had received it, and thankfully one lovely friend (DR) sent me the email she received into her Inbox, so I actually have proof of it!! But where the hell did it go, and…
My days are starting to look a bit like this! I do a lot of walking around in circles, up and down the stairs to the bedroom, back to the office or kitchen, wondering why. If I was a resident in aged care, I would be labelled as wandering, rather than a person simply looking for something…
As I wander around the shops or streets, or sit in restaurants or cafes, many people are more connected to their iPhones or iPads, tweeting, or checking emails or Facebook or other social media connections, often forgetting to talk to each other. Worrying or excited about how many followers they have, rather than how many face-to-face…
Why do writer’s write? The only reason writers write is they can’t help it; they have to! We are compelled to put pen to pape or fingers to the keyboard, whether it is published or not, almost like an illness or addiction. As a child, I can even recall sitting on the loo, writing on the toilet…
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