My journal

Caught in the maelstrom of the moment

Physical pain can sweep you into the maelstrom of the moment, erase what came before, block alternatives in the present, and wipe out possibilities for the future.

The joy and sadness of goodbyes and hellos

Life is filled with endings and beginnings, goodbyes and hellos. After a year of so many, I believe that what’s most important is how we fill the spaces between those goodbyes and hellos.

What’s happened and what’s next – reflecting on 2017

So much has happened in 2017 — it’s been intense. A year of big decisions and big effort. And as it draws to a close, I am pausing to reflect on what’s happened and what’s next for us in 2018.

The flourishing of creativity through writing a journal

Writing a journal is creative. It’s instinctive — your pen moves across the page almost of its own volition, no thinking deeply, or censoring thoughts, or pausing for the right word. It’s showed me what it means to be alive, and helped me to flourish in many ways.

The space between: journal reflections

In the midst of packing up and closing down, I found a space between what’s done and what’s yet to begin to find pleasure in being present. A journal reflection from what seems a world away now.

A shift in imagination

I’ve observed the slow-moving change in the season outside my window over the past four weeks. And much like the disturbance that caused the leaves to drift to the ground, I’ve had a shift in imagination.

Home is . . .

What does the word ‘home’ mean to you? I love the quote ‘Home is where the heart is’. To me, it refers to the place I long to be, the place I love the most, where I feel loved and accepted.

Marking time

Waiting, as if real life is suspended, is difficult to cope with. Surrendering to this space between the old life and the new is awkward but I’m breathing and learning to appreciate life as it is.