A weekly gathering space for widows To be & to grow, as we cook our way to inner peace. To become a widow is to set…
I’ve been in some of the dodgiest places that I wouldn’t even go to in Australia, but still, courage takes us to the edge of the unknown then drops us off safely back home wherever that is…
Sometimes we are just pushed around, in and out, but in the end a cloth is made, it is the fabric of the life we have made. The dance of life, morphed into a tapestry of colour.
May you rise to the challenge
Of making amends
Even if that is a mere thought
Such are the joys of love and life, and I have enough drama to last to eternity and back
But life’s like that, and I don’t beat myself up for not going with the flow, instead I just move along until I can.
I am just a piece of fluff Blowing in the wind We all break down We blow around Until it rains Not so good, for fluff…
How those clouds dare
To race across you up there
‘To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides’ David Viscott
With reflection, tonight I get to count the blessings of love, support, companionship and inspiration: I will go to bed on a sleepy high.