it's all about me · remembering / musing

Of coloured pencils and fugitive moments

Being fifty-something, I love to scrutinise the past for “pivotal” moments – those points in time when something changed. Or you changed. Or the world changed. There are the biggies you can draw a line beneath and from then on everything (Every. Thing.) falls above or below, before or after. But sometimes the moment is… Continue reading Of coloured pencils and fugitive moments

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Kenneth’s Zucchini Slice … with a nod to our neighbours through the ages

Being fifty-something, I’ve had some marvellous neighbours. And some not so marvellous neighbours … like the grumpy old fellow who’d phone to complain if the kids bounced their basketballs as they walked past his house. Let’s forget him and focus on the good guys. A couple of days ago my neighbours messaged to say they… Continue reading Kenneth’s Zucchini Slice … with a nod to our neighbours through the ages

it's all about me · remembering / musing

When “seeing someone” is the best medicine

Being fifty-something, I’ve needed help from others many a time. Today I clicked on a Twitter link and up popped an image that took me back almost eight years to a time when I needed help. Big time. The photo was of a local psychologist, a counsellor whose practice is centred around supporting people and… Continue reading When “seeing someone” is the best medicine