On my left wrist, scratched into my skin is a red heart with angel’s wings. I had it done on my 45th birthday at The Illustrated Man. It was the last birthday I spent with my late husband. His birthday present to me was a fountain fashioned from a vase and a bowl, cobbled together to… Read More
As part of the discussion around legalising same-sex marriage in Australia, an American woman named Katy Faust has been playing the ‘rights of the children’ card. She wants us to believe all children need a biological mother and father to have a ‘good’ childhood. Aside from the fact it is an absurd notion, the argument has a… Read More
Personal boundaries are filters that protect us from behaviours we find unacceptable. A personal boundary is a rule YOU say cannot be broken without consequence. Healthy people have all sorts of personal boundaries (rules) that help insulate them from others’ negative words and actions. We cannot control someone’s thoughts and opinions but we can limit the amount of exposure we… Read More
The voice in my head tells me that I’m not good enough, that I could do better, if only I worked on being more loving, compassionate, patient, giving … (insert your word here). And there are people who seem to agree with the thoughts that come to me in the middle of the night. And… Read More
This Christmas, please take a moment to tell your friends and family how you feel. Tell them you forgive them for their careless mistakes, tell them you love them even though they’ve relapsed for the ninth time.
Late one night, I watched a documentary about Meerkats. One of the adult males had been bitten by a snake during the night. The Meerkat, named Ernesto by the filmmakers, crawled out of the burrow, barely able to move. His face was black and distended, his eye swollen shut. As the creature lay panting for breath,… Read More
How telling myself stories, which may or may not be true, has changed me.
There is no instruction manual for inhabiting you, no shortcut, no finished product I can emulate. All I have is an organic mess that requires embodiment and a relationship.
My earliest memory has been grafted on to my mind like a branch on to a tree. There is no way I could remember my first moments of life, nor the day, thirteen days later when I was adopted.
I know life is shorter than you think and every moment counts.
I know being in love makes the world a much kinder place.
I believe the way we live our life, our sense of joy and purpose is determined by who we are on the inside. Not what we think, but our emotional balance.
How I feel about the crazy weather we’re having in Sydney.
It is no secret that I struggle to meditate. I’ve tried to establish a practice over and over again and still I don’t enjoy sitting and emptying my mind. It doesn’t bring me any joy or clarity — it just bores or frustrates me.
