This is my last post in this series for my Toastmasters assignment – Write a Compelling Blog. (You can read the other posts here.) In today’s post, I talk (quite … Continue reading What Toastmasters Taught Me About Myself
Yes, I suffer from Tonsurephobia. To be honest, when I first came across the word Tonsurephobia, I thought it was the fear of having your tonsils out (ha, ha, ha). … Continue reading My Tonsurephobia
I spent most of my childhood wishing I was someone else. Not any particular or specific someone, just anyone other than who I really was.
Purple skirts a twirl. On pretty ballerinas, Dancing in the wind.
It’s hard to say what makes me feel loved. It’s hard for me to say it succinctly that is, but I’ll try.
The second exercise in the Sandbox Writing Challenge asks: “Do you consider yourself a balanced person?” Because I’ve struggled (really struggled) with answering this question, I’ve decided to take a … Continue reading Finding My Grey
“Getting to know me. Getting to know all about me.” Sounds like a line from a very old song. Oh, hang on a minute, that’s not right. The correct words … Continue reading A Step Into the Sandbox
Lost between the rocks, And yet, far from forgotten. Grow strong little one.
Colours flood the sky, Tendrils of dreams drift away. A new day begins.
It’s cool, but not cold, It’s light, yet a little dark. I’m standing waiting. Once again in a game where There are no solo players.
One frangipani, Beneath the weak Winter sun. Sparkles and shimmers.
Fast, fleeting, and more Than ephemeral beauty. Dewdrop diamond dust.
Stoic sentinels, Bare lava from ancient times. Repurposed nature.
volvereespresso! I am not a connoisseur, But it was so good.
For almost six months, Dean and I have been house sitting in and around the Sunshine Coast, close to Caloundra (where our new home is being built) and although this has been … Continue reading The House Sitting Blues
As the year begins, Embrace the joy of life, and Behold its wonder. May your skies be always blue, And may all your dreams come true.
Communication. Is it a breakdown, or a Marvellous success?
I am who I am, And that’s plain to see. How could I be anyone, Other than me?
October 18, 1986 We had the best day. The sun was shining, our plans well laid and, surrounded by family and friends, we promised to love each other through thick … Continue reading A Snapshot of Thirty Years
Today I’m writing in response to a prompt from the creative minds at WordPress on August 15, 2016. I guess it comes as no surprise that I’ve discovered I love … Continue reading Exorcising My Demon
Poised here on the edge, The lone surfer contemplates. Water, wind, and waves.
In the middle there, Behind the unfurled petals. Lurks a tiny star.
Three more days till new. The waning crescent shows, a Narrow band of light.
A chilly promise, Lurking there beyond the pines. Winter solstice moon.