It’s raining & pouring & my husband is snoring

I haven’t been writing. I need to write. I don’t know what to write any more. I am incredibly lost and directionless. Without writing I can’t clarify my thoughts and find direction. I’m currently surrounded by people in distress. There are people in my world with significant worries. Beautiful people who were there for me when…

Trolls

In Australia, we are currently going through a heated same sex marriage debate (oh joy…) For reasons not worth discussing, our illustrious leaders are putting the debate to a popularity test – all eligible voters have the option to express their opinion (Yes or No) on a piece of paper. Politicians will spend a lot of…

Answers to the questions

As I search for meaning and purpose, I find myself going back over the writing course I recently completed. There were eight modules and each module included a couple of writing prompts. Perhaps with some exploration, I can shed a little light on the eternal question – who am I? The three soul questions: Who…

I’ve sailed the seven C’s

I’ve spent eight weeks safely nestled in a cocoon of Cs – Conviction, Curiosity, Conscientiousness, Courage, Connection & Commitment. And now I add a seventh – Completion. I have completed the Author Awakening Adventure and I’m feeling awakened. Which is a tad ironic as today I didn’t wake until noon. When I commenced the course I…

Moments in Time

Another thought provoking question in my writing course… What are the five defining moments of your life? How did each one take you to the next step of your journey? Our lives are defined by way more than five moments… But let me see if I can hone it down. I was born So were…

Soul Questions

I am into the second week of my Author Awakening Adventure – and I finally have the time and headspace to start putting some thought into it, and doing the exercises in the modules. I have just completed module one – all very thought provoking. And I utterly surprised myself by discovering I prefer to…

The Cloak

There’s a cloak wrapped tight around me. A cloak of grief. A cloak of fear. A cloak of wanton weariness.   Keeping me dry, From tears that threaten to rain. Softening painful memories, That strike like buffeting winds.   My mother. My sister. My grandmother. My familial trinity gone.   Reunited and cleansed of mortal imperfection….

Fly Free

In 1918, King George V reigned in England, Billy Hughes governed Australia, and Irving Berlin was busy composing the Ziegfeld Follies. May Gibbs had just published Snugglepot & Cuddlepie, David Jung invented fortune cookies, and we were yet to discover hair dryers, band aids, and the internet. On 19 October – 23 days before peace…

Treasures

For the fourth time in my life, I find myself going through the intimate possessions of a family member. It is a stark reminder I should never keep in my possession, things I do not want my nearest and dearest to find. Lucky for me, I don’t have drawers full of sex toys, illicit drugs,…

A century in the making

My grandmother was called Peace as a child. She was the youngest of three girls – the formidable McDougall girls. Her closest sister was born in 1914 and grandma in 1918 – war and peace. That wasn’t her real name though – her real name was June. Peace suited her. The first-born was self-assured, confident, intellectual…

Safe Travels Grandma

My grandmother passed away in her sleep overnight. I’ve been caring for her the past ten years. On Tuesday she woke up, reached out and held my hand and said, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” She was 98 2/3. She wrote this poem about me when I was very young. Simone Where…

Why do I do it?

I am coming to the end of an eight week online course for recovery from binge eating and/or bulimia. I am about to commence an eight week online course for transformational writing and author awakening. Both cost money. Neither will return any money to me. So their intrinsic value is about personal growth, not financial…