Selectively Juggling

Now that both my parents have passed away, I discovered that that they were even more amazingly sensitive, intelligent, traumatised, broken, repaired, galvanised, disciplined, principled, compassionate, loving, fractured, whole, funny, sad and perfectly imperfect. They’d endured so much and persevered- together. They somehow managed to weave their broken spirits and bodies back together and stumble their individual and collective ways through life.

Here is a link to my memoir that captures their stories. I did publish just before mum passed though, as her death was aggressively voracious.

https://books.apple.com/au/book/warriors-weave-a-memoir-of-high-sensitivity/id6826720581

Last night I dreamt of my Dad’s warm and loving face. His warm and loving soul pouring out through his blue smiling eyes. As if he had visited, checking in on me to say “hey sweetheart, I see you and keep plodding along”