The Spirit of Things

For the last eighteen months, I've been on the organising committee for the 2017 Spiritual Care Australia conference, alongside three other incredible spiritual carers, Tanya, David and Pauline. Earlier in the month, the three day spiritual bonanza/lovefest was held on the Gold Coast where it was a resounding success (no, I'm not being biased - we kicked … Continue reading The Spirit of Things

The birth of my fourth decade

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'd had to have earlier in the year due to a serious respiratory virus. I was puffy faced and swollen, and going into my third … Continue reading The birth of my fourth decade

I’m going to India!

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!

Tool of my trade #1 – compassionate listening

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

New beginnings

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

Another angel at my table

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

Who’s got the confetti?!

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?!

The turning of tides

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

Plan F

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

The dream starts here

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