I used to think an annual family newsletter was a bit impersonal. Turns out I was just a Christmas card snob. I would make, write and send cards as if my life depended on it. One year I made, embossed and then wrote seventy cards! Sheeskabob! This year for one reason and another I have … Continue reading Going old school
It never occurred to me, as a young mum, that traditions were something I needed to create, so nothing was deliberately planned. Our family had the usual traditions of Christmas Trees, Easter Egg hunts and favourite stories. Life just happened to us — then, over the years, traditions emerged. Home made Nativity decos. Might be … Continue reading Traditions
This week has felt quite strange. After months of staying within a five kilometer radius and only one person going to the shops, once a day, and all the other restrictions, the ground has shifted. Do you get the feeling that we are all wanting the world to just go back to how things were … Continue reading New Normal
There's a fine line between the two. You may think they are polar opposites but if you push the pendulum far enough, they are side by side. I have been a performer for most of my life. I was the kid that put on shows for mum and dad and went in every school production. … Continue reading Arrogant Confidence vs Agonizing Self Doubt.
Our modem died last week, overuse I reckon. Since then we’ve been hot spotting on phones, that is until the NBN died, taking our phones with it. Thursday night, Glyn left to pick up our weekly treat, gourmet takeaway from our favourite local restaurant, when a ripper of a storm blew through our tiny town. … Continue reading Off the grid
Lately it’s been hard to ___________ fill in the blank. Stay motivated, stay positive, be hopeful, find joy. It would be easy to give in to despair, especially for those of us experiencing a second lockdown. I avoid the news and some days I avoid any screens. Thankfully I live with a built in joy … Continue reading Joy
I turned sixty-five last month, an age when you’re meant to retire graciously, or that’s what I have always believed. My dad retired at sixty-five with no plan to do anything except stop work. I suggested he write a book, so he did. I have a copy on my bookshelf. He died only seven years … Continue reading Is it ever too late?
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
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
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
