Rent, broken, torn. Our society is fighting itself. Our immunity is down. Resistance to antibiotics is rampant. Not in the way you would read this, but our human collective resistance to a massive propaganda attack is not being supported in any way by antibiotics of...
Devotion…a words that rolls, plump with deliciousness, off my tongue. Not devotion in a religious sense, but devotion in its origins, to formally vow my attention to something. Vow my attention to something…? What is that something? Is it the daily urge to stay buried...
The older I get the more I realise that so much of the story of incidents are suppressed. That our role as grown ups is to observe and ask questions. To never accept anything unless it is through our own experience, and even then to be sure to get the whole picture....
When I was a little girl I used to go to Sunday school. I don’t remember much about it, except that we would dress up for this occasion. At the time we lived in the West Coast of Tasmania, where it was very cold and very wet. Religion was never discussed in our...
