Tag: compassion
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Unbelievable… not in a good way.
I am the eighth of ten children, and, as you can imagine, there are many personalities, temperaments and challenges within such a large family. My eldest sibling has been estranged from me and my youngest sister for the last 7 years. Unfortunately, my eldest sibling has always been a consummate gaslighting narcissist. Our relationships completely…
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Who are we? What are we?
Is it any wonder that so many of us seem to be struggling with life, and the prolific geopolitical problems, not to mention the ensuing social and political issues? Regardless of what small piece of earth you call home, we are all affected. Some of us more directly, whilst others are affected vicariously. The need…
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I voted Yes! Why didn’t you?
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say? I’d definitely advertise in large letters “I voted Yes! Why didn’t you?”, referring to the Australian Indigenous Voice to Parliament referendum held on 14th October 2023. I would use that space to challenge others, those who chose to vote no, those who chose to reinforce…
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Out of the fire
Navigating the world of estranged relationships, okay, attempting to anyway Healthy Boundaries There can often be a harsh, almost discordant contrast between our hopes, dreams, lived experiences and realities. When I say the word family, for some, it conjures up warm fuzzy feelings of ‘acceptance’ ‘unconditional love and respect’ and yet for others it leaves…
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A reprieve from the chaos
Surely these are unprecedented times, with Russia flexing its repulsive monstrous muscle against a courageous Ukraine. Images of innocent people, and buildings bombarded by screeching shells. fill our collective nightmares. The result, complete and utter carnage. The images further exacerbate a collective sense of dread, anguish and foreboding. What could possibly be next? And this…
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My Father’s Hands … Goodbye Dad
I whispered gently into my father’s ear; and as I did, I felt the slow rise and fall of his frail chest. The alien-like rattling sounds of his strained breathing punctuated the air, and with each exhalation a heart-wrenching reminder that he was in the final hours of his life. For three days I hadn’t…
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And so it is …
I always thought that I needed to write my story. You know the memoir that would set the literary world ablaze, catapulting me into the stratosphere of published authors. Ok, settle down. You can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even if the dreams are grandiose and bordering on the ridiculous. So this girls’ gotta dance…
Selectively Juggling 