All through the endless grassy sea of the rolling steppe country I contemplated what brought me to Mongolia. Just after my soulmate died in 2020, Australia’s covid lockdown and border closures kicked in. In those dark dog days when I was confined alone to a house that suffocated and threatened…
A beginning doesn’t stand alone. It is connected to something that has ended, just like our first breath in life is linked to our last through the air we breathe. Some endings bring an immense sense of relief. Others, break our hearts. Regardless of what category they fall into, in…
Limitations are like walls made of paper, easily broken through when we see them for what they really are : flimsy cladding that gives a false sense of comfort.
Within the ancient forest where time began, the first seeds of hope gently fell to earth.
Our Last Road is a journey of endings, memories, living and loving.
#1 Bruny Beach, a winter sunset and full moon rising over the ocean.
A letter to a recently departed husband, during covid.
Since you were here last, only weeks ago, the world has gone bonkers. I am not sure you would even recognise it as planet earth inhabited by humans. There are more wildlife out and about, than humans. A bit of a boon for the environment. I’m not so sure for the humans.
Grief, rather than being an emotional state to be feared and constrained, can in fact teach us how to live with the sorrow in our heart.
Many aspects of life can lull us into a false sense of permanency. Change and death are both inevitable and unpredictable, and alter the landscape of our lives. How do we withstand the loss of a soul mate?
