This morning, I was expecting to be at the Downing Centre, a court house complex in the centre of Sydney. I had been summoned, although not yet empanelled, for an 8 week criminal case.
I returned from my sabbatical with a sense of entering into fallow time. Six months have now passed and what a gift this uncultivated time has been.
On Tuesday evening 28 May 2019, my local council considered the following motion…
Since I last wrote on this blog Australia has seen a 6 week election campaign and the surprise re-election of a Liberal National Government under the leadership of Prime Minister Scott Morrison
Your Wild and Precious Life, Ikigai and The Principle and Foundation: same, same but different language
This Sunday I along with other Grail women will be facilitating a reflection day for young women at “Avila,” the Sydney Grail Centre at North Sydney.
Oh where have the days and weeks gone? How can one be so busy, so quickly after returning from sabbatical and not returning to paid full-time employment?
I have now been “Home” for 10 weeks and during this time have been sitting with my sabbatical experience, talking and sharing with many people, seeking counsel and reflecting on how the Spirit is moving. The image that remains with me is that of a tree. A tree that is...
For some years now, as many of you would be aware, I have I have been exploring and offering what I have been naming “Spiritual Direction / Spiritual Accompaniment in the Margins.”
Yesterday I was invited by a friend to the Royal National Park south of Sydney for a bird watching outing.Although I have observed birds in various places over my life, I have never “gone bird watching” before.Yet, I was drawn to participate.
As I walked around the corner in Cambridge, last November, I came across this fiddler, not only playing beautiful music but doing so as he danced and swayed in rhythm along the rope strung above the pavement.
For those of us in the southern hemisphere life is beginning to return to “normal” what ever that may mean.
It is fascinating what images remain vivid as the day I encountered them, even as the weeks and months roll by. I was walking along one of the canals in Bristol and happened upon an apple tree.