We need, I need, a more lasting joy, an inner joy that isn’t snuffed out when everything turns south and an arctic wind of doubt, grief, hardship or poverty blows over me, or us. I believed there ought to be something more and I discovered there was. To our human mind, joy is dependent on… Continue reading JOY IS…
‘It’s a piece of cake,’ is a term explaining that no effort is needed physically or mentally to achieve an outcome. I attended afternoon tea on Mother’s Day, with my daughter-in-law, granddaughters, and granddaughters-in-law. A mud-cake and cheesecake took pride of place in the middle of the table. We admired the beauty of the cakes,… Continue reading A PIECE OF CAKE
The philosophy of Len Leane, the father of Bruce was to overcome what life threw at you and come out on top. ‘I saw in my father a mix of strengths and weaknesses, many of which I have inherited,’ Bruce says. ‘The trait I valued most was his compassion for the underdog. I… Continue reading THE BURNT HAT
When Bruce and I returned from our honeymoon we went immediately to our new home. For the fun of it, we kept the tradition of the groom carrying the bride across the threshold or doorstep of their new home. It signaled the start of a life together with the groom welcoming his bride into the… Continue reading DON’T LOOK IN – ENTER
I saw an image of a frog sitting on a peeled banana, enjoying the sweet moisture. For me to capture such an image would not be possible because transport is not available. All I have at my disposal is my imagination and innovation. The frog in the image above is a fake. I bought… Continue reading YES, IT’S A FAKE
RETROSPECT Jenny cast her mind back over the last year. Her heart broke again as the memories flooded her mind and she relived how she and her brother and mother Bella fled in the middle of the night. Brett, their drunken, husband, and father, threatened to kill them. The three of them spent a terrifying… Continue reading RETROSPECT
I have to put my hand up and admit that I am guilty of hiding behind a paper-face. I showed the world a false face because I had been hurt, criticised, thought of as a non-person who was a waste of space.