Ah! A spring picnic at Brown Hill Creek. I loved picnics with Mummy, Daddy and Richard, my eleven-year-old brother. Brown Hill Creek in the Adelaide foothills had paths lined with eucalyptus trees, and a creek filled with yabbies and tadpoles for Richard and me to hunt. I imagined Brown Hill Creek as the perfect “happy hunting ground” for cats.Read more "T-Team, The Younger–Happy Hunting Ground"
I remember as a young teenager being upset because my older brother would be invited to parties and not me. I remember standing at the kitchen counter, invitation to my brother in hand and complaining, ‘It’s not fair. I’m friends with them too. Why wasn’t I invited?’Read more "Monday Musings"
I sit, blank screen. Check out Facebook, blogs on WordPress, the news, answer some texts…Hmm, Netflix—wonder what the next episode of that time-travel series, Contiuum holds? No, must write. Return to blank page. Then to WordPress for Daily prompt for inspiration…
Finally! That’s a good start.
Exhausted, yet restless to advance
Ever onwards in a trance,
What am I doing here on Earth? What is my purpose? And a sadness creeps over me. Am I going to wander this vast empty space alone? All my life? Forever? I put down my spoon of my untouched porridge. Must be something in the water. I’m not hungry today.Read more "THE MEANING OF LIFE"
I sensed God had an alternate plan. Really? Surely God can change his mind. I mean, the party Saturday night, it’s tradition. We always go to that party. How can God interfere with our well-preserved plans?Read more "MY CHRISTMAS MISSIVE"