I am home. Cockatoos hurtle like boomerangs across the morning sky. A cacophony of sounds. The beautiful trees. The awakening of the natural world –
The owners of my Piccadilly cottage, and the wider land on which it stands, are selling the property and so this is my last time here. My doctor has ordered complete rest so that my fractured ankle can heal and she’s told me to cancel all holiday plans. … Continue Reading
I’m currently back in Australia, having a few precious days at my cottage in Piccadilly and time with my family and friends.
An informed and active citizen movement in Australia is what has moved the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) from being a great idea to an almost certain reality. There’s been a groundswell of support for this insurance for a long time now, with many Australians agitating for action to make it happen. The promise of a Federal election in the next few months was the Australian community’s ace card to get it across the line. … Continue Reading
Yesterday, a colleague at work suggested I go and visit Grace Cathedral as I was feeling such a deep sense of grief over the death of someone close. “How do I get there?” I asked. “Just turn right then left and keep walking up the hill,” she said.
There’s something almost comical about the roller-coaster streets in San Francisco. I walked up the big dipper street feeling my energy grow as I walked ever upward to the church spire. I’ve always liked the idea of grace.… Continue Reading