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Category Archives: hope
Love as Was Foretold.
The last sign was a little further away from me. I decided that whatever it said would be the message I accepted in relation to our marriage. Continue reading
Blood Revisited.
One of my earliest associations with blood was to taste it by licking my bleeding finger… Continue reading
Gladness and Learning to Float.
There were not many dry eyes when we saw George proudly waking his daughter… Continue reading
What you didn’t want to find in your Mum’s wardrobe just before Christmas.
This Advent, a more disturbing gift has lain in wait for us.
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Trying To Write When Too Weary.
Trying to write when too weary. Today I sat down to try and write a blog post. I try to get one written in the third week of the month. Life has been hectic this past couple of months and … Continue reading
Grit, Garlic and Not At All What Was Expected.
The last post was titled ‘The Gritty Side of Love’. A friend responded wishing us grace and grit for the coming weeks. She could never have guessed how necessary those gifts were, that she wished for Mum and the rest … Continue reading
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The Gritty Side of Love.
It wasn’t hard to find the place to take off my shoes for this post. On Saturday our Mum was taken to hospital with a stroke. Mum lives alone, independent by choice, but through a wondrous chain of events one … Continue reading
Allowing for Surprise.
Allowing for Surprise..
Pondering, waiting, going deeper.
A Reflection given on Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Sunday. 6th July 2014. Each time I read the selections for the coming Sunday, I fail at first to see the connections they make to the life we are immersed in. … Continue reading