A short poem about removing my wedding rings.
It takes a village to raise a child
I carry a tight bundle of questions and concerns about raising my young children without their late father. All the worries have spun into knots held deep within. In the past few weeks I have felt some of the knots loosen and unravel. Yet again, I have been overcome with relief as different people have... Continue Reading →
Father’s Day – Blessings to all those who will be brave
I am proud of my 8 year old daughter. Yesterday she was brave. In the face of loss and grief she chose love, kindness, creativity, compassion and gratitude. She lost her father five years ago to brain cancer when she was just three years old. Her grandfather (my father) died from Alzheimers disease three months... Continue Reading →
Second Guessing – the angst of a Carer
When I gave my late husband, Mick, a pair of thongs (flip-flops) for Christmas I had no idea that they would become one of the most loathed objects in my life. So much so, that three and half years later when Mick died from brain cancer, I immediately collected the thongs and hurled them into... Continue Reading →
Supporting kids who have lost a parent to cancer
While we were out exploring the city today, my children and I happened upon an extensive installation of paper daffodil tributes organised by the Cancer Council as a Field of Hope. Each daffodil had an individual message or drawing of love. It was beautiful. There was no way to ignore it because it covered the... Continue Reading →
Most days I write about and reflect upon emotion-full memories. Frivolity as a counter balance is essential.
Love will sustain you
(Also published on Women's spiritual poetry blog) If I could step back in time to the day when my young husband (36 years of age) was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, what would I tell myself? What would I tell the ambitious, independent, achievement focused, busy young woman who was trying to balance starting a family... Continue Reading →
Living – while your dearly loved one is dying
Just a few weeks ago when my father was dying, I dropped my kids off to school and before I went to his bedside – I went for a snorkel. It felt incongruous that in the last few days of his life I would choose to play. But I did and I am glad I... Continue Reading →
Opening my heart to loving again
Allowing chinks in the armor protecting my heart. Dating as a young widow. Also published in Elephant Journal - as "How to Love A Widow"