I don’t know at what age I stopped being a “winter person”, or maybe I never was. Maybe some people are born with summer in the hearts, and others with winter.
Alas, their story may not involve tangled up dog leashes or mute mermaids saving strange men from shipwrecks…
“I’m indestructible,” he whispers in my ear. “Nothing bad can ever happen to me.”
A pre-emptive gratitude journal written in no chronological order for each day of February, just to help me get through this month when the daily grind starts to encroach in on my spirit.
We all have three states of mind: rational, emotional and wise. Most of us tend to have a default state, which one are you in right now?
I wonder if there’s a way to integrate Gunu Village into daily Sydney life? Like if all apartment blocks had regular social nights to get to know your neighbors, where people who cooked a lovely meal and couldn’t finish it could share it.
Happy 2019, may your year be filled with growth, joy and everything else you hope for!
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
I’ve shed a few layers this year and learned some hard lessons, just like you reading this. 2019 will no doubt bring challenges, but it will also bring joy, excitement, and some of the best days of my life yet to happen.
At some stage, after Elizabeth’s death, I was given a three-page pamphlet on ‘How to Cope with the Loss of a Sibling’. I have no memory of who gave it to me or when, but I remember reading it one night when I couldn’t sleep.