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…
It is women mainly who think I am brave and I get that. I encourage everyone to live a little each day, go and do what is in your heart to do – you don’t need to be brave
It’s not the bottom of life itself, it was just the bottom line of a tribe that didn’t ‘get’ me.
Such are the joys of love and life, and I have enough drama to last to eternity and back
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
With reflection, tonight I get to count the blessings of love, support, companionship and inspiration: I will go to bed on a sleepy high.
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
The earth is constantly tidying itself up, a volcano here, an earthquake there, and the seasons are getting a shake up too, (are you?)…….It is ageless and timeless and I am always in awe of it’s (your) beauty.