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what goes around, comes around…
Twelve years ago I was treated for breast cancer and cured (yay). As you might expect it was a trying time in which I learned a lot. One of the things I learned is that I had the capacity to do good—even while I was being cared for by others. I also learned how to…
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some crabby thoughts…
So much has happened these recent weeks I hardly know where to begin. I have been disappointed, inspired, challenged, delighted, sometimes all in the same hour. But today what is on my mind are crabs. Apparently they are adaptable survivors. So much so, that other unrelated species have evolved to resemble crabs. My crabby thoughts…
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the management apologises…
The resizing project is having its ups and downs. For the last three mornings Don has had trouble getting his oats to cook as they should. It wasn’t working and he was eating very watery, soupy oats.(as I’m proofreading I stifle a giggle—not kind, sorry) We both stared into the bowl, then into the microwave…
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a case for reimagining…
We (and by that I mean mostly ‘I’) are on our third attempt to pare down our belongings to only the treasured possessions or practical, necessary items. I didn’t realise it would take three attempts at this and probably we are not finished yet, who knows? What I have learned is that with every clearing…
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moving right along…
Is the world actually getting more complicated these days or is it just us? Aside from Don’s diagnosis and the complications that brings, I recently needed to send parcels of gifts that I had intended to hand carry to the US when we visited…which would have been next week had we not had to cancel.…
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the good, the bad and the ugly footwear…
You know when you start out hating something but then at some point you begin to see the yang to the yin? I think maybe everything is really like this but all of us don’t really need to experience it every time with everything. Some things we are already easier with and can see the…
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lest we forget…
This morning I woke just before dawn. It is Anzac Day here in Australia. Normally I would go for a walk and greet the day with gratitude for my Dad and all the other many, many men and women who served the armed forces in their country, many who gave their lives for democracy and…
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something’s afoot…
On day six after foot surgery I finally decided to chance washing my hair. Despite the gruesome look of my bruised toes, and the prospect of standing for fifteen minutes. It was as if there is some kind of inverse force telling me, if I couldn’t wash my feet, I needed my head to feel…
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one foot in front of the other…
I have been dreading foot surgery for weeks. I would have been dreading it for longer but have only known I needed it for a month or so. While I was dreading it, I wasn’t particularly worried about the outcome, more the preparation for having to travel 1500k (1000 miles) to Adelaide to have it…
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ding, ding, ding…
Life is strange at times…maybe you can explain it to me. Recently I visited my Podiatrist. She has helped me enormously with my problematic feet. Since I was a little girl my feet have caused me problems off and on. I have narrow feet and they are scrawny (inherited) and I have fallen arches. Not…
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