Feeling Good. That’s one of the new songs I’ve chosen to learn and it has such beautiful lyrics. “It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life, for me… and I’m feeling good.” This song, which captures so evocatively the feeling of freedom, could be a theme tune for my career break. … Continue reading Birds flying high, you know how I feel
It’s quite a strange and insecure feeling to watch your bank balance drop continually, and to know that no more money is going to appear anytime soon. In my adult working life, it’s not something I’ve experienced. Until now. Not for the first time since I was made redundant in April, I'm feeling grateful that … Continue reading Little rays of sunshine
This blog was going to start with an anecdote about running… and in the next draft I wrote, it was going to start with something my Dad once said to me. Now it feels a bit self-indulgent, as I write about the struggles of writing. But if you stick with me, the wrestling I’ve done … Continue reading Why this blog has been hard to write
I don’t know whether to be inspired or worried when my 67-year-old mother sets out to drive the 3,425 or so kilometres from one side of Australia to the other. Perhaps a bit of both? She flatly refuses to fly. If she were meant to fly, she would have been born with wings - or … Continue reading Enjoying some time on roads less travelled
I made my Aunty cry a couple of nights ago. It was my singing that triggered it, but hopefully not because it was so bad, as my Dad would once have joked. I’m very happy to be back at singing lessons now I’m home in Melbourne and I was sharing with Aunty D and my … Continue reading In the arms of the angel
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