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As a funeral celebrant and retired community development worker, counsellor, and (now retired) marriage celebrant, WendyJoy writes about life, love, travels and all things human.
How exciting it is to be imagining and dreaming of new works to share with the Wellsprings world. The ground space shakes with excitement whenever I think of it all – photos, words, works to be shared – a joy to bring to life.
When I think of you my love, Where is it that I go? To the past, to the beginning, to the end…
How exciting it is to be imagining and dreaming of new works to share with the Wellsprings world. The ground space shakes with excitement whenever I think of it all – photos, words, works to be shared – a joy to bring to life.
Hi friends, I went to The Gunnas Writers Master Class with Catherine Deveny yesterday - You can find out more info about Catherine here
I had a great time and thought I'd share with you an exercise I did. We had six props and six paragraph starters - and a story unfolds.
To become a widow is to set out onto a path unknown. We don’t choose to be widows, yet here we are! We are unsure of the path we find ourselves on and we haven’t a clue of where we are going or who we are anymore Yet still, here we are.
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...
So off I go in a moment to do myself up a little (so I look the part, it is France after all)
It makes no sense to feel like this. Sensibilities, are they more than preconceived notions of what is right and wrong?
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
Today’s offering, is a poem from my heart as it ran free, while I was down and out and in the middle of a high fever: The very best way to find inspiration!
It’s not the bottom of life itself, it was just the bottom line of a tribe that didn't 'get' me.
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.
This is a post for those who have loved and lost – you may be absolutely ok 354 days of the year, I know I Am but on anniversaries, well you know, it's ok to dwell a little
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.
There aren't many nights I enjoy lying awake, but tonight is one of them as it is the sound of the gentlest of rain drops.
With reflection, tonight I get to count the blessings of love, support, companionship and inspiration: I will go to bed on a sleepy high.
One Sunday when you’ve had enough of the repeat repeat of the weekday weekend treadmill, try jotting down some points of what’s great and not so great about it all. You might be surprised at what’s revealed, or where your daydreaming takes you
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.
I'll be wishing special wishesI'll be hoping for the best........ Loving thoughts will surround you
The world is not always fair, but we can work with it by aligning all that happens with the strength of our heart. Heart and mind working together makes our lives so much easier, especially when we work in harmony with others. We will find an inner strength, resilience and duty to self and others through the power of love.
Being melancholy can lead to action, an escape from the inertia, to art, gardens, and movement and maybe, to see the world in all it’s beauty