
The Arms of Good Men (an update on Dad)
I have a deep longing to have a man’s arms around me right now. To know that someone has my back, as I experience the ongoing loss of my father.
I have a deep longing to have a man’s arms around me right now. To know that someone has my back, as I experience the ongoing loss of my father.
It’s February 2050 and I’m sitting in the dappled shade of my grapevine covered pergola. Today is my 85th birthday. Birthdays have always been a time of reflection for me
When our lockdown in New Zealand started two weeks ago, I experienced a cocktail of emotions; fear, calm, sadness, love, grief, compassion, curiosity and uncertainty. My sensitivity radar was in
Earlier this week, I attended the wake and funeral of my father’s best man, a man who, along with his wife, was a stalwart of Northland rugby, a real community
I have heard it said that sensitive people make good facilitators. I assume this is because they are able to tune in to what is really going on in a
My intention in 2020 is To Follow My Wild Heart. I don’t know what it means, but it feels exciting and edgy, and it will probably be a stretch. It
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