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My week by numbers

It’s been a while since I have taken the time to write … to expel all that is in my head, consuming my thoughts from one day to the next. I write when I am inspired, when I feel the need and have no choice but to purge the old brain matter.  Today I need to do that to let my thoughts...

Writing therapy

It never ceases to amaze me how writing helps clear my head. When I have had a shit day, like I did today, writing allows me to escape the muddle that disguises itself as thoughts winding around in circles in my head, like a hamster wheel … spinning non-stop.  It gives me a break...

Mindfulness in Action

Today is bin night. I have to get my wheelie bins out for rubbish pick up first thing in the morning. Being of Scottish descent (well that’s my excuse …) I like to ensure my wheelie bins are full. Like chokka block full. Like you can’t fit one extra thing in there...

The Black Dog Parade

A few weeks back an old friend posted a status update on her Facebook page noting this wasn’t going to be a happy, joyful or upbeat post and acknowledging she was feeling ‘blah’.  She made a public call out to her friends and family for hugs and the offer of a chat, for anyone who may...

A year of firsts

A year of firsts   A year ago today I kissed my dad for the last time and said goodbye.  Today is the last of the “firsts” that we as a family, have had to work our way through in the year since his death.  We had our first Fathers’ day only a week after he passed away, we’ve been...

Winter is here … ...

It’s winter here in New Zealand.   Happens every year.   Winter that is.   However you would think by the shocked, horror filled expressions of the general population in Tauranga at the moment that our current season is more akin to a zombie apocalypse.   It was 1...

A trip down memory lane

Memories are funny things don’t you think?  Not always funny in a “ha ha” way … but funny “strange” sometimes.  And Memories can both haunt … and comfort us. I am fascinated with what sparks a memory, at any time of the day or night and often when you least expect it.  Maybe it’s a smell...

It’s not OK

It’s not ok.  It’s never ok. I started a blog last week.  My first two paragraphs: I have just read yet another news article about a 24 year old mum of one, found dead in her home with her 5 year old daughter asleep in the next room, presumably (and hopefully) unaware of the terror and...