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Who needs a classroom when you have a butcher bird.
I was weeding under the mango tree. At the new residence that I have moved in to – in the middle of Nudgee College, I… Read More »Who needs a classroom when you have a butcher bird.
Never doubt the power of a five dollar note.
Life is never perfect. There are good days and bad, sunny days and rainy days. You can’t be upbeat all the time – not every… Read More »Never doubt the power of a five dollar note.
Beyond skull caps, cribs and hijabs to the heart of the matter.
I failed today. I set out for Sunshine Plaza at the North Coast to purchase a couple of Christmas gifts. Foremost in my mind was… Read More »Beyond skull caps, cribs and hijabs to the heart of the matter.
Hitching your wagon to a star, better than ‘if only’ on a dusty tombstone.
Recently, the ‘Daily Stoic’ quoted the old cliche, “Live each day as if it were your last!” Seneca said, “Let us prepare our minds as… Read More »Hitching your wagon to a star, better than ‘if only’ on a dusty tombstone.
Pebbles and shells reminders of what is important.
I must have looked odd indeed – but then that is nothing new in my life. I am banned from wearing shorts on the Gold… Read More »Pebbles and shells reminders of what is important.
Security, no match for the warrior princess.
In my family home in Proserpine as a small boy there was a copy of Rudyard Kipling’s poem ‘If’ framed and hanging on the wall… Read More »Security, no match for the warrior princess.
Mirrors that teach, compass points of the heart.
It was like an arrow, shot at me from a short distance. Crazy! I woke up on a Saturday morning and after shaking the sleep… Read More »Mirrors that teach, compass points of the heart.
Tinsel never as good as a name said in love.
There we were, the Year 12’s had just graduated – freshly adorned in their old boys’ ties – and he walked towards me. “Congratulations Carl!”… Read More »Tinsel never as good as a name said in love.
Wrestling with the wheelbarrow we call life
I get there eventually. It may take me a year or two or three – but eventually, most of the time, I arrive. Last week… Read More »Wrestling with the wheelbarrow we call life