Tuesday, 29 March 2016

Fiz: Easter and the universe

The day recedes into softening colours that meld into a darkening blue; and when the darkening is complete, up pops this magnificent red-gold orb: the drama of a full moon rising. It makes something rise in me too—optimism, wonder, connection, delight. And so it was this Easter.  

Saturday, 26 March 2016

Naz: random

Meandering up from the beach recently, idly kicking sand with each step— my mind who knows where—I was interrupted by a random thought: it hit me like a ton of bricks.  Its sound and echo was way too negative, even morbid.  What was I thinking?  Why was I choosing this thought that at first inspection was depressing?  A thought that had the ability to plunge me into the depths

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Fiz: The art of living alone

I am re-discovering the art of living alone. I knew I was spoilt having both my adult children living close by and though I was slightly apprehensive about my son and his partner moving in with me for eight months, it all worked out fine. But now my daughter and my son have both moved away: one to the city, the other to the country.
It is not as though they have always lived in close proximity to me since becoming adults—my son has often been in other countries or other parts of Australia and my daughter has also lived in various places. But for the last couple of years, I have enjoyed the habits and rituals of togetherness we established—Sunday night roasts, Saturday morning breakfast at a local cafĂ© with my son and his partner, late afternoon walks with my daughter, asking my daughter’s partner for help with computer issues, being lured into the swimming pool by my grandson. I liked the untidiness of it—never quite knowing when I would be called upon to help or when a fun family time would eventuate. I knew it was special being so closely present in their lives—and treasured it.

Thursday, 17 March 2016

Naz - at loggerheads

What an opportunity and an experience.  Seeing nature at its most awesome.  The determination and will, against all odds, to achieve what an inner knowing and drive—an undeniable instinct—compels them to do. This programming, intuition, driving force urges these little beings to do what all turtles have done for millions of years.

Monday, 7 March 2016

Fiz: The power of the list

It is all very well and good making a change and moving on to something else but it can be fraught. I know because I am feeling a tad fraught right now.

Leaving my job has meant not only goodbye to an identity, work colleagues, and the security of a fortnightly bank deposit but also goodbye to established routines and a familiar schedule.

How to begin this new phase of my life? How do I stop the paralysing effects of panic, fear and doubt?

Friday, 4 March 2016

Naz: on the bus

I can’t escape.  I smile in acceptance—the reminders never let up—GET BOLD NOT OLD.  Even the bus stopped at the lights in front of me dispatches the obvious—choose bold over mediocrity, be cheeky, be respectfully defiant, laugh out loud shamelessly, be colourful, be ‘out there’ in your own special way, and above all, dare to design a life that has only your signature—no matter what your age.

A reminder to me (and a relief) that bold can be expressed in the seemingly humblest of ways—it’s just a choice—a choice to live my life on my own terms.   I smile in acceptance.