I've been thinking about my thirties. About how they started, and how they're about to end. Ten years ago at my thirtieth birthday party, I was bloated from massive doses of steroids I had earlier in the year thanks to a serious respiratory virus. I was puffy faced and swollen, or if I was being truly honest, … Continue reading The birth of my fourth decade
So how's 2016 treating you so far? I'm deliriously happy to report that mine has begun like no other. Strange things are happening to my body and I'm rising earlier than ever (think 4-5.30am). I'm off the valium I was taking for my restless legs, and I think what has happened is that my body … Continue reading I’m going to India!
I wrote this last year sitting in Adelaide airport just after I'd attended the Spiritual Care Australia conference. The next conference is in Tasmania and I'm sad that I'm missing it, but I have a full calendar to tend to. This post concerns the value of compassionate listening and how we can serve the dying … Continue reading Tool of my trade #1 – compassionate listening
I had some really good news that I wasn't able to share with you until I received my acceptance letter in the post today. I'm in the latest intake of a pastoral care course I applied for last year through the Queensland Institute of Clinical Pastoral Education. My interview was about ten days ago, and … Continue reading New beginnings
I am, right now, stuck in that stinking, mephitic mire that is grief. It is as though I am cemented to the one place. Just about everything hurts, and just about everything makes me cry. Some photographs arrived in my inbox around lunchtime, and that mallet of sorrow swung a blow so hard that I lost … Continue reading Another angel at my table
As I've rattled on in previous posts, I found my calling a number of years ago, and that that calling is Palliative Care (sometimes called 'end of life' care). My life has been characterised by death and dying (with a lot of very happy living in between), and I've helped lead the way for friends … Continue reading Who’s got the confetti?!
I can feel the ground beneath my feet opening up to greet me; as though it is ready for me to step in and entangle me with its roots. I am a very different woman than who I was the last time I was out here in central Queensland. Five years ago I was broken … Continue reading The turning of tides
I'm a full-time healthcare provider. To myself. People assume that you're cured after transplant, and that you go on your merry way with your phenomenal donor lungs and you live forever and ever with just the odd complication, sail through life, find a partner, have a lovely courtship, get engaged, get married in between a … Continue reading Plan F
I have a passion for life and death, and death and dying - specifically, palliative care, oft times referred to as 'end of life' care. For many years I've wanted to be a palliative care worker, and in 2010 I began my 'Karuna Journey'. As I walked through the doors of Karuna, I could feel … Continue reading The dream starts here