Rocks..

When most women talk about precious and rock in the same sentence, they are referring to their diamonds.. For me however, this lump of rose quartz sitting on my bedside table is the most precious gift one can receive. It’s almost a year since I was admitted to hospital with a lot of pain and…

The Perfect Hour

I call this the Perfect Hour. Between dinner and bedtime on the days when Jacob is home. Everyone is fed and the dishes done. Too early for bedtime so we are both doing our own thing. It’s a lovely summer’s afternoon and I can still smell the chlorine from the pool in my hair. The…

Decisions

The first two weeks of this year have already gone. I have been busy with car repairs and working on back up plans in case it proved to be beyond redemption. My usual mechanic was away, so a friend of my father’s helped replace both CV joints and the right shock absorber which was found be…

Enlightened Relationships

I spent the past few minutes reading through the pages of a diary from 1993. My diary from when I was working as an English Teacher in the small hamlet of Hinnapita, in rural Sri Lanka, while studying at University, 200km away. I have written about those experiences in earlier posts. Those few pages spoke…

Using Unhappiness as Currency

My little Toyota Starlet, who will soon be a fully grown adult of 18 years, has been making some strange noises recently. On Christmas day, a friend who was in the car with me said it was possibly front left ball bearings. Last night, on the way back from dinner at a friend’s house half…

The Collective Feminine Consciousness

  I went to see the Suffragette movie this morning. And I am not ashamed to say I cried through parts of it. It wasn’t so much what was shown in the movie itself, but what the story reminded us of. The suffering through the ages of women and girls; the pain borne by the entire…

It’s Summer Again

After a long hiatus, I finally feel like writing again. The blog has been offline for the past little while because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing. I feel rusty and the words don’t flow like they used to, so please forgive me if it’s not up to my usual quality. But I…

Progress

Things have settled down health-wise to a manageable level since my last post. I have cut down on a lot of things I used to do around the house and either get someone else to do it or do it in a way that puts the least amount of stress on my left arm and…

Change

So much has happened in my life in the past few weeks that I had wanted to write about, but I struggled to find the motivation. Today I realised that part of the reason why writing has suddenly become onerous is, sometimes I find myself reading back the sentence I had just written, only to…

The Invisible Woman

I haven’t felt much like writing for a few weeks. It has been a long hot summer in New Zealand and at first I was having way too much fun to find time to sit down and write. Then it got really busy with lots of scheduled medical appointments to take advantage of the school…