A Christmas Reflection Last night I went to a cricket game at the Sydney Cricket Ground. It was a lot of fun. Our team, the Sixers won, which is always nice. The evening was perfect for a “Big Bash” game. Yet, there was something that I hadn’t noticed before in any previous game. A lot of kids would form in little clusters, like bees to … Continue reading Being the star in my story
An Easter Reflection I recently read an article on the ABC news site, titled A power has risen in Australian politics – and it’s not coming quietly. The author, Annabel Crabb, considers the shifting landscape in Australian politics that is undermining the traditional patriarchal power base. She states, “in this instance, there is opportunity for women to seek justice, to speak out, to demand restitution … Continue reading The life of power
What is the cost of growing up? This may not be the question we normally ask when thinking about our progression to adulthood. Yet I have observed that a child’s identity and worldview are primarily shaped by their family of origin. Even the tiny mannerisms that escape our faces have their origins in the people who nurtured us in our earliest years. So, whether we … Continue reading The cost of growing up
A Christmas Reflection There is nothing more wonderful than watching a child play. Their freedom and lack of inhibition. Their ability to simply get lost in their own world. Their simple love of play. I remember how much I looked forward to Christmas as a boy. How much anticipation there was watching the presents amass under the Christmas tree. The sheer joy of unwrapping the … Continue reading Becoming a child again
There is no better way of expressing how much you love something or someone than by the time you spend nurturing that love. Often, our time, just like our money, tells us where our hearts are captivated. Discovery Quite a few years ago, before Lara’s daughter Grace was born, she realised that her heart did not have any love for an administrative job she was … Continue reading A tale of swans and butterflies
a personal reflection… It’s been over seven weeks since I left my previous job. Life’s been active. I’ve finished reading William Brooks, Transitions, for a second time. The first time was in 2010. That year I left a church that I’d been a part of for almost 30 years and I gave up the ambition to be a Pastor vocationally. It’s funny that 10 years … Continue reading deconstructing it so far
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