December 26, 2025 | Beauty of Beginnings, Personal Development, Personal Sustainability
Precious silence The house is empty. Just for a sweet moment. No demands being made. No one to feed or clean up after. Just me and the empty space. I feel my being expand after days of contraction and holding my breath. I do my best to empty out all the pent-up...
December 25, 2025 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Personal Development
Christmas spirit The heat hangs like a blanket. The crickets are chirping, a summer sound. An early morning ocean swim to soothe gangled nerves and heated blood. I would have stayed there all day, if I had the option. Christmas in Australia is heat, sand and water....
December 24, 2025 | Beauty of Beginnings, Personal Sustainability
Beauty outfoxes us always When we allow beauty to be fully present, we are transformed. It really is that simple. Beauty is nature’s way of saying yes to divine order in chaos. To a harmony and frequency that transcends our comprehension. We humans try to reduce...
December 23, 2025 | Beauty of Beginnings, Personal Development
A swamp of storms It stormed all night. Heavy rain, thunder and lightning. A respite from the heat. We were at the beach after sunrise, later than usual. After gusty onshore winds for days, messing the surf up, we were surprised to see amazing surf conditions....
December 21, 2025 | Beauty of Beginnings, Current Affairs, Personal Development, Personal Sustainability
Let the storm blow through I read this quote earlier today. My mother taught me that the longer you keep that howl trapped inside your body, the more wolf you become, but she never showed me how to let the howl out. Womanhood is also this: a violence louder on the...
December 20, 2025 | Beauty of Beginnings, Personal Development, Stewardship, Leadership, Entrepreneurs
The brilliance of another’s light The beauty of this photo is that the sun is hidden behind the clouds. The moment it rises above the clouds, the definition and dimension of the clouds will be lost. As the observer of many dawns, I see the patterns of the clouds on...
