A choir singing Christmas hymns took the breath away and filled the eyes with trembling tears that could not be shed.
Hard times – though unasked for,destabilising and concerning – have the capacity to sculpt the soul,filling it with new understanding and compassion.
Public transport seems to have become a mobile office where people have no qualms making lengthy business and personal calls.
Accepting the fading of autumn becomes harder as we grow older.
One of my peers has started talking about retirement and becoming a grandparent. Are we really on that page already?
I could scarcely imagine Flinders Street Station,so practical in its daily function,housing something as whimsical as a ballroom and yet,there I was.
We have more in common with the creatures of the natural world than we sometimes acknowledge. Yet here we are,not the fastest or strongest or largest,placed in a custodial role over all creatures.
Catholic culture was once one of big families. Now it’s the elders who hold up that community.
Random acts of kindness in the real world are an antidote to the hate and bile we often see online.
Compiling a bucket list is fraught with challenges. Should they be travel goals? Personal development goals? Money goals? Relationship goals?
The 1920s ‘roared’ as the world shook off the woes of war and a pandemic. Can we have our own roaring 20’s?