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Beginnings
What catches my attention is the idea of writing authentic bite size popcorn style nuggets for modern consumption. Art rather than syndicated blog. Condensed to squeeze meaning. A personal magazine but I don’t read them. What AI can’t give you – the “what it means to me”. An organic journey exploring middle aged life change — read more
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The handover
Already gone but still here. Reviewing the checklist – everything’s covered. Twenty five work years migrated in four hours. Profound change memorialised in Word.doc. What seemed everything, now irrelevant. From surrogacy to imagined autonomy. Fleeting sadness at times past. From shedding old skins in Snake25 to the unconfined intention of Horse26. — read more
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And I asked how she felt
She stared at me surprised. Her head dropped and she glanced down. I leaned forward to hear her. She didn’t know where to start. “I can’t be perfect but I want so much for my son. I know how hard he works and how he wants to make me happy. I worry for his future — read more
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Doomsday dinner
He’s been avoiding it. There’s nowhere to hide. Summoned to the table to discuss his future. A meal of disappointment and worry. He wanted a whole family united and permanent. They wanted the best future for him. The grades had to improve or he’d be held back. He needed not to hide and to feel — read more
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I have to read the letter out to you
She was more upset than I was. Like that, 25 years of service ended. A lawyer scripted a letter read out over Zoom. A SharePoint form checked in triplicate to confirm I understood. She checked the box to confirm I was mentally and emotionally stable. I had been passed over as it was time to — read more
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Cataloguing fears
There’s a fork in the road and I’ve taken the harder path. Signposted – unfettered voyage of discovery. A route littered with fears – some hard to move, others easily overcome. Am I good enough? Can I make it? Will I appear foolish or fail? It’s not a career I am searching for – much — read more
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Journey restarted
Drifting dead wood. Moving out of sight Attachment Avoided. Repeating. Reinforcing. Surfacing inadequacy. Not believing. Aching. Rotating. Needing expression. — read more
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Back door dead.
It’s the moment. She lies bloated and cancerous outside the back door. Oozing dark fluids and pungent. Unable to move, breathe rasping. Infected and unpleasant to the touch. The mother of a number hard to know. Abandoned, she has come to die, Is she peaceful? Is she in pain? This is how it ends – — read more
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I always cry on planes
It’s official – romantic movie makes me cry on planes. Think The Blind Side or Corro da Te. There I am sobbing – hiding my tears as the steward and trolley pass by. Shamefully turning my head away from those sitting next to me – wiping my snotty nose on a cabin napkin. It turns — read more
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How to Yoga your life?
(Dug this piece up from August 2020) “I close my eyes in order to see” — Paul Gauguin My journey began in an airport lounge in transit to Bali for an unplanned vacation. Escaping from work, tired, stressed and needing a break I had a clear choice. Either head for the beaches and bars of — read more
A Personal Odyssey. The Writer sharing flashes of illumination for pleasure.
Reflections on growth, connection, change and community. From here forward. Learning, sharing and exploring.
Thank you for joining the journey
Odissea 