Category: happiness
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to age is a privilege, not a punishment
Ever hear a word in a sentence that jumps out at you and initiates a tangent into deeper thinking about life? When I heard the word privilege recently, something resonated in my soul. Something deep down sparked inside me, and it got me thinking. What does it that word really and truly mean? I guess…
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metamorphosis
Where and how do I begin to express where/what/how/who I have become. I have journeyed on a long, tedious expedition these last two years. I took a sabbatical from teaching due to suffering from severe burnout and the health effects that come with it. I spent term 2, 3 and part of 4 recovering in…
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learn to evolve and grow
Sometimes life is so unexplainably and undeniably beautiful. Sometimes it is unfathomably bleak and grey. And sometimes it can be both gloriously colourful with some edges of desolation. Accepting the ever-changing façade of life and all its pretences can be a tricky path to navigate and not always what we imagine that our world would…
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imprint
Later this year, we are traveling to the UK. Exciting right? Unbelievable that we are finally booked in and the big ticket items have been paid for already and now we just have to plan the route and sites to see. Easy? Sure. But actually though…rather hard. My dear friend has said to me ‘you…
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critic
Mate. Lemme tell you that lately my inner critic has been so nasty, unsupportive and downright negative. Constantly shovelling verbal abuse down my throat with each waking moment and at times, during the night when I get up to pee. Silent images and thoughts that continue to barrage my subconscious into submission has been exhausting…
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weeds
During my daily walk I have with our beautiful dog Winston, I noticed there are loads of weeds sprouting up from the pavement which seem to create a beautiful tree line the entire length of journey. Each weed cluster seems to vary in height, thickness, species and how close they grow together. Now, I don’t…
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shame
In 1989, there was this song by Johnny Diesel and The Injectors called Crying Shame. It’s a catchy tune sung with a twangy throaty Aussie drawl coupled with simple lyrics and a repetitive chorus. The song depicts how he struggles with a mistake that only he can blame himself for. No one else to blame,…
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exercise
To me, the word exercise conjures up men jogging in sweat soaked singlets and short shorts; you know the kind with built in undies that don’t quite cover their meat and two veg. It also sparks a memory of Jane Fonda workout videos that were meticulously followed by lycra-clad thighs and a one piece leotard…
the happy cactus 