Food for the soul – welcome to my world
My life and thoughts, from my table, desk or out in the world
There is so much talk these days about privilege. Especially from us ‘woke folk’ about some in our society that cannot see how their ‘luck in life’ has given them a head start, while others, less ‘lucky’ are faltering in the starting blocks. But this is not a (very) political blog; so my thoughts have … Continue reading privileged postion
The world is full of one liners. Quips that sum up life and people. Hallmark moments And of course the recovery world is no different. And love them, or hate them; these generalisations often have a truth at their core – and that’s why they persist. Often we use a well worn one liner to … Continue reading lines
Since being home from my big adventure, I have been in a bit of a slump. Very understandable. Physically and emotionally it was a Big Trip. Lol. But I am annoyed that I immediately fell into my bad habit of couch/bad tv/and snacks/doom scrolling. Oh, how that “you deserve it” voice is always so loud … Continue reading 1 thing
I like to collect people. Throughout my life I’ve been lucky enough to have some amazing people come into my life. From school days to now in my late 50s, I have been very fortunate in the people who have tagged along for even part of my life’s journey My oldest friend dates back over … Continue reading bonds
I know I haven’t written much in the last 12 months. Long covid and a super challenging year have made me struggle for words at times. But the year has rolled over and I need to refind my voice. I haven’t been completely blank; I have written a few recovery presentations; done some personal journalling … Continue reading while I was gone…
I am deliberately misquoting The Bard, for this is the order that I came to the ability to Just Be. In the days of depression and probably most of my life, I have had an overwhelming need to be busy, live chaotically, struggle for peace. I could not just Be. And one of the greatest … Continue reading not to be or to Be
I was recently asked about Recovery and the group I am involved with. It led me to think about what it means for me, and this blog evolved in my head…. Hoping it will make it to publication lol We tend to live passively, with spurts of action when needed. coasting along where ever life … Continue reading life chosen
The muse has been struggling of late - you may have noticed lol. Long covid has left me with the frustration of being unable to gather my thoughts and put them together coherently. Am hoping this is changing. Today I managed a semi blog for a FB post.... thought I would share it here I … Continue reading pause
A squib is a small explosive. A damp one is one that just splutters without the required fizz and bang. My partner is a Red Hot Rager. Like a firework his anger burns hot and then it’s done. He never holds resentments or keeps score. I am more the old Mosquito coil. I sit there … Continue reading a damp squib
As a young immigrant growing up in NZ in the 70s, it was a challenge for a non-athletic girl. I was uncoordinated; a bit unfit and not really interested in sport, either participating or watching – it didn’t make living in a sports obsessed country that comfortable. I swear most NZers are born with a … Continue reading the accidental athlete
Food for the soul - welcome to my world 