Category: Something to think about
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Real change is an inside job
It’s funny how sometimes the simplest things in life can bring the greatest wonder. One of the more enjoyable aspects of retirement is having time for frank and open conversations with friends and strangers. My elderly neighbour and I bike to our local coffee shop twice a week and chat away a couple of hours.…
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The importance of questioning everything
What would you do if you had one hour left to live? Although the temptation was there, an hour before death is probably not the best time to complete a bucket list of adventures. And I thought my last hour of life too precious to waste on a frenzy of frivolous activity. Nevertheless, I found…
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Trusting your intuition
During these challenging covid times, my sanity continues to be threatened by the thunderous cacophony of facts, false facts, chitter-chatter, rumour and propaganda, all of which posture and masquerade as the truth. At times I come dangerously close to abandoning the two things that have served me so well in my lifetime – my immune…
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Feelings about ageing
It all seems so unfair. All my life, I have desired straight hair. I was born with, not totally curly, and not totally wavy, hair. Most of the time it is an unruly mess, a mix of curl and wave sticking out all over the place. But now I do have straight hair. The only…
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Farewell letter to Kirsty
Kirsty Elizabeth (Durward) GERLACH
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The sacred space of ‘unknowing’
The more I grow, the less I know. When I was younger, I thought I knew a lot more than I do now. Life disturbs you in this way – teaches you what you do not know. It is very much a holy and humbling disturbance. Before I set out to find answers for my…
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Marriage and walking away
Nothing placed my marriage under the spotlight more than when I stood on the trembling ground of my mid-life crisis. When the question, ‘Can a woman remain true to herself in a committed relationship?’ fiercely fought for my attention.
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Doing nothing is scary stuff
Day 6 of lockdown (at time of writing), and to be honest, my personal panic button is on high alert. I have exercised madly, or should I say, madly exercised – both would be correct – I have cleaned, re cleaned, and re re-cleaned my house, baked and test trialed new recipes to the point…
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The monster myth and domestic abuse.
When I was a kid there was always a moment of fear before I looked under my bed. It was only fleeting, but it was there. Could there be a monster under my bed? My imagination conjured up images of a growling beast with large incisors protruding from the upper lip. This monster was ready…
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What’s in a name? We have all been complicit in bastardising the word ‘God’
It’s a name I love, and it’s a name others love to hate. We have all been complicit in some way, whether misguidedly or deliberately, of bastardising the word ‘God’. Since the beginning of time, the word, or the name, has been fraught with tension and conflict. No other name, in all of history has…
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