Musings from the road less travelled
Navigating the emotional terrain of human interaction is frankly exhausting. It is fraught with danger, it can be unforgiving and aridly relentless. Remaining professional in the face of hostility and covert bullying, is beyond challenging. To recover, I lock every door between the exterior world and my soul, and absorb the kindness of love and peace …
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My anniversary is due and while I count myself alongside the fortunate ones that have this anniversary to mark, I question whether this milestone is valid or marks anything other than time. It measures the collective time after the shattering and the start of the new normal, but mostly it acknowledges my commitment to keeping …
I am not exactly sure if I know what defines normal daily activities mean anymore? That slide can happen incrementally, so you don't notice it. A little less every day, until you are astonished that you can't recall how long you have been the 'state' that you now find yourself in. I have always been …
The dragon is no longer sleeping. It is awake and scorching everything in its path. In this era of disruptive technologies, taming the dragon is no longer an option, and you'll need more than a metal shirt, to do it well. Choosing the platform that is right for your business based on the simple business …
I love the way that you remember me, the me, before the shattering. That day wrapped in costume ordinary, brought with it, great sadness, which tiptoed in behind it. I floated once, buoyant and resilient. A warrior by nature, fought, lip bitten hard, past childhood fear and isolation. Neighbours in our twenties, we were beautiful, firm …
Why does this keep happening to me? We may have heard those words moaned by other people or perhaps said it ourselves in an incredulous tone, as if surprised. The chorus repeats to the end of the song, and we all sing along like before. Many psychologists, therapists, healers and our well meaning friends have …
There is certain stupidity in expecting of another, that which they are unable to give. There is a greater idiocy in waiting for this circumstance to change. Enlightenment has its own agenda. It visits sometimes, sometimes not at all, other times fleetingly. The footprint remains or is washed away. Each day is silenced by night, …
The role of the Funeral Director is a challenging one. The immediate objective is to solicit vital information and progress decision making, so that the recently dead, can be respectfully interned. Simple... Enter the grieving loved one. While some would prefer the 'red dog' lead, a bbq and a Milo can, or be laid under the …
My father rather loved the humble 'basket'. During his life, the wicker basket played numerous invaluable roles in history. Across England, factories used baskets for the packing and delivery of a range of goods. Many a wicker basket could be found buckled by leather straps to the handle bars of a pushbike. During WWII thousands …
During the past few days, I have been working through the list of numbers that Dad had conveniently pasted to a piece of recycled picture mounting board. All except one call, have solicited receptive responses. On that occasion, I definitely experienced a phone call with someone who is experiencing decline in their mental acuity. It …
