This is not about how to use time in a pandemic. Like most people, I'm vassilating between functioning and faffing at the moment. It's hard to focus when you are suspended in a state of grief. Not that anyone close to me has died, it's more that life as we knew it has ended and … Continue reading Time
The Magic of Stories
Storytelling is magical. That moment when you know the audience is completely enthralled. They begin to mimic facial expressions of the story characters as they listen. An invisible screen lowers and their eyes become dreamy and unfocussed as they watch the story unfold in the theatre of their imagination. Magic. No-one taught our children how to … Continue reading The Magic of Stories
Into the unknown
Does anyone else feel the anxiety in the air? What will happen once we all go back to living our lives again? Will people hug? What is life going to look like after isolation? Am I the only one who is asking these questions? Before Covid 19, (I guess that's the way we'll be talking … Continue reading Into the unknown
Are we there yet?
This was my least favourite question when we drove to visit family in Adelaide. It meant the boredom had set in and we would need to get very imaginative, very quickly. We had to avoid any killing in the back seat. We would tell stories, taking it in turns, each person leaving the story on … Continue reading Are we there yet?
The best Job
Over the years I have had many different jobs. None of them stand out as being 'the best.' I’m sure I am expected to say -- being a mother -- and yes, that was by far the most challenging and life changing job I have ever undertaken, but was it the best? I loved helping … Continue reading The best Job
New Beginnings
The final day of the year provokes some people to reflect and set goals, yet something in me rebels. I don't want to be driven and goal focussed, working hard to achieve success and then feeling like a failure when I let myself down. Yet here I am obediently reflecting. I find myself in a … Continue reading New Beginnings
Not so broken dreams after all…
I dreamt of being a writer one day but I was quickly assured that there was no money in it. Is that why we write? I mean really? It had never occurred to me that people got paid to write, I just wanted to tell stories that would make people laugh and cry and fall … Continue reading Not so broken dreams after all…
