This is the fifth in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine. Standing in the snaking line of a busy coffee shop, the woman in front of me comments on the lack of social distance I am giving her. I am standing on the front door mat of the cafe and she is on the […]
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This is the third in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine. Soft centre is found in the scent of jasmine in spring, a warm embrace, a sunset, the fertile forest floor, the vast night sky, a sunlight rock pool, an awakened heart. It is the first smell of rain hitting parched earth, surrendering to
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This is the second in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine. In to me see* Intimacy is not a tap, it’s a wellof bottomless desire to drown in.A vulnerable, devastating place,echoes of my unmet needs.Dark risky places of raw rejection. Intimacy feels chancy, it can go either waydown a long corridor thatends in a
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This is the first in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine In this instant when we all need deep listening, peace, connection and compassion, the world is at war. The enemy can’t be seen or heard, has no shape, except a crown, a halo of light, a “corona”. The enemy, we have been led
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Are you constantly recalibrating your nervous system from the barrage of the news cycle and ensuing soup of emotions: anger, disbelief, grief, loss, and frustration? Here is a piece of good news. It’s a moment in history, a sacred pause, coined by scientists as the “Anthropause” – the wave of quiet. Do you remember in
On 18 October 2014, I organised World Menopause Day with the support of the Gold Coast City Council. It was the first time an event like this had been run on the Gold Coast honouring the rite of passage of menopause. I brought together women for a day to share stories and experiences of this
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Seven months later It’s the first day of winter in Melbourne. I walk into the room to see my father dying. Consumed by the primal need to breathe, lungs inflamed with aspirational pneumonia unable to draw in breath with the ease of the living. We touch, and he squeezes my hand and groans in recognition.
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I was not “present” for my sister Susanna’s death nor my mums. Present, meaning being in a state of loving acceptance, to be open to the here and now and whatever arises. It takes a lot of work on oneself and a lot of courage to be present for a dying loved one and I
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Your capacities are born by the situation that brings you to your knees. Stephen Jenkinson It’s been more than a year now since my operation for a total hip replacement. People are asking me how my hip is doing. It’s not a straightforward answer. My hip led me to the fire, showed me how to
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“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” Rumi I am 54 when the team wheels me towards surgery. The nurse looks at me curiously, “Athlete?” I guess in her experience most people my age, lying in my position were either athletes, chronic over-exercisers, had an acute injury, or were born with hip issues.
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