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Your enemy is…
Lies
What if you took out a piece of paper and a pen?
What if you look inside and then wrote down the lies you tell yourself?
How do you recognise lies that live in the dark?
Continue reading “Lies”Eight Kinds of Why
Which kind of “why” is your friend asking?
Grief?
Frustration?
Dead end?
Desperation?
Statement?
Curiosity?
Desire?
Oasis
I was reading through some old journals when I came to something beautiful I’d written down – that Rod had said a little over a year ago – in reference to our eldest son who is due to graduate Shalom House on Saturday this week.
This is the quote – “Cal is in an oasis which will become a garden…”
Continue reading “Oasis”It’s been a While!
Hey there! Just letting you know I havent fallen off the planet during Covid! What an odd time it’s been for all (at the mild end of that spectrum) and for me, the slow down of life was rather wonderful, and part of that has resulted in much thought about what to maintain from the slow-down, and what to put back in place.
The bulk of this post is in graphics form, and was prepared for a discussion in a small gathering of friends as things began opening up again and it was discovered that some of us felt a bit rebellious about the previous level of busy-ness. (The ladies that came were those who commented within a specific thread on my Facebook page). I had been going to add explanatory notes between the graphics but have decided you can use them as your own thought prompts, rather than me stepping them through – because things other than time management are primary on my heart today so that is my time management choice to honour that 😉
A time to shed
I remember the headlights cutting through the rain and fog and I remember screaming. I remember waking up to ambulance lights flashing intermittently through the night and hearing my name called. I remember the pricklebush under me and a vague annoyance that no one would move me off it.
Continue reading “A time to shed”Body Jewellery
When the nurse showed me the speci-jar containing the gall stones they’d removed – they were exactly the colour of gravel with similar shapes in graded in sizes as they’d nested alongside each other as they grew for many years… the size of conkers all the way down to a dehydrated pea. When our kids teacher brought hers to school for the kindy kids post-surgery, they were all pea sized and gravel coloured. When a friend had hers out – they were chick-pea size, faceted, greenish/brownish, similar sized – and pretty – like beads!
Would I have worn them?
Continue reading “Body Jewellery”From Offence to Fragrance
I’m not much of an outdoorsy person nor much of a pet/animals person so spending time on an uncles farm as a kid had very clear boundaries of interest/tolerance to me. I was always happy to go see cousins but one of the main functions of the farm was the pig shed which to me had an aromatic ‘do not cross this line’ force-field around it which I neverevereverever could pass though. Even eating bacon (which I love) beyond a certain thickness has associative memories of steak-thick bacon at breakfast on the farm = pig shed smell/bacon origins, that I cannot cross to this day.
Continue reading “From Offence to Fragrance”A log called Gossip
The date on my original notes for the topic of this post is March 2003. It was a session presented with my friend and mentor Joan Grosser and in those days we thought and spoke in such similar terms that when I read those notes now, I can rarely tell our words apart.
The topic was gossip.
The audience was about 50 women.
And the effect of it was both electric and long term.
Mirror Mirror
And the religious leaders came nigh-on bleating with the pre sense of triumph at nabbing Jesus with an impossible situation. But when He turned their malice and opened their eyes a crack – they saw their own hearts and went away quietly.
It’s not that they were wrong about the adultery- it’s that their hyper focus, motives and hard hearts meant they missed the power-pole sized logs in their own eyes until Jesus himself became their mirror.
Continue reading “Mirror Mirror”