is not so much where you stand,
as in what direction you are moving.
Tonight I'm not standing even close to where I desire to be. But I'm moving there. That's got to be positive.
Sometimes I bristle my way through life, overreacting to anything and everything, immediately jumping to my own defence, cutting a swath through anyone who dares to disagree with my most excellent opinions.
"Hello. May I speak to the owner of the bus-i-ness?"
Some time ago Cherie and Sandy awarded me with a Thinking Blogger Award. Thankyou to both for conferring such an honour on my humble, and often rather inane blog!
A long long time ago, two intrepid explorers, Bass and Flinders, discovered 'The Nut' (sorry, it was raining all day Saturday so I didn't get any photos, and by the time the sun came out on Sunday my batteries were dead. Check out the link for a cool picture). Sadly lacking in imagination, they called the gigantic volcanic plug 'Circular Head'. Well why not? It is a circular head of land after all!
Sometimes I feel trapped in Tasmania. It lacks the wide open spaces of 'the mainland' and is just plain cut off from the rest of the world.
I'm taking a break, but don't worry, it's not from blogging. I'm just going away with Frank this weekend. Yay!
It was training night at the supermarket. Rows and rows of checkouts open (yippee) and operated by trainees (oh). I whizzed up to the register, unloaded my groceries and observed the learning process in action.
I didn't want to think about it.
I've been in the nursing game for a few years now, and with time I've learned to be with my patients when I'm with them and to disengage when I'm not. Every now and then a patient gets past my professional boundaries and works their way into my heart, but on the whole, when I leave work I'm off duty and I leave it all behind.
I've been thinking quite a bit about legacies lately. Not legacies in a money sense, but more the legacy of life that I've been given. I'm talking about my childhood. What is the legacy I have been left by the environment I grew up in?
It would seem I have a 'tear quota' to fulfill. If I fail to meet the quota those tears sneak out of their own accord. Suddenly insignificant, trivial events set off an outpouring of sadness that trails down my face.
Some time ago I wrote about a spider running in circles around my bathroom floor. At the time I questioned if it might be delirious. Do spiders suffer from mental illness, or (as one friend suggested) was the spider simply burned by the hot air I blew on it and hopping around in pain?
Our zucchini plants are still limping along, producing a small number of fruit. I had grand visions of 200 zucchs but, funnily enough, not watering the plants has slowed their output! We're 25 away from 200 and I suspect the frost will beat us on this one.
It's autumn in Australia. - and most of the southern hemisphere I guess. In fact all of the southern hemisphere! I necessarily focus on Australia because I live here.
I thought Easter was all about Jesus - you know, death, resurrection and all of that.
They say the wheel is the greatest invention known to humankind.
I love God, don't get me wrong, but something is bothering me about the whole church thing.
I have found that my reluctance to pray increases when I regard it as a necessary discipline and decreases when I see it as a time to keep company with God.I'm tired of rocking up to church on Sunday to perform duties that I'm not sure he even requires of me. I'm disenchanted by the 'need' to prepare and present a feature service every week. I'd like to sit at his feet and gaze at his face and drink in his beauty. That would be a wonderful Sunday.