A tangle of thoughts on a Monday

I did not know there was a full moon eclipse until I was at the beach before dawn. What a wonderful surprise. I felt such a lucky witness.

Yesterday I walked into my coffee shop, where one of the advance copies of The Beauty of Beginnings is on display, and a regular visitor was reading a page and had tears streaming down her face.

Something I wrote stirred emotion within her. What a gift to witness.

We are doing some renovations on our home. Something I have not done before. We are doing this on a skinny budget, which means we are the labourers. The house is over forty years old. 

My task has been to clean – meticulous, painstaking work. Restoring the window frames. Bathroom tiles. Preparing things for paint.

Witnessing the emergence of elements of a home through tender love and care, along with attention to detail, is such a joy.

My hands were so swollen from the scrubbing that I had to get into the ocean this morning, the water still chill enough, as I felt I needed to be soaked in cold water to counter the inflammation. It was the right instinct. 

My surfing journey continues, this last week I am on a new board, a Birthday gift. It is a foot shorter than my previous board, and so much lighter. It feels wonderful, yet  I have to learn the ways of the board, which takes time. I witnessed myself once again on the edge of the learning curve. 

Against this backdrop of my days, I witness a world of such life destruction that often I find it hard to breathe without screaming.

It is only through the courageous acts of so many people who put their careers and lives at risk by speaking and acting up that I am fortified. 

I watch and listen and act and learn. 

The spark, curiosity, the intention, integrity, the act, love and care. It will take us all.

Photo Taken September 8th 2025, Article published September 8th, 2025