If you've never seen the film, 'The Mission', do yourself a favour and find it. Moreover, if you've never tickled your ears with the soundtrack - go and buy the damn thing. This rendition of Ennio Morricone conjuring and commanding the main theme of 'The Mission' never fails to move me to tears. The power … Continue reading Bravo maestro!
As a child, I lived for summer as most children are wont to do. Summer was the season to while away hours on the beach with my bucket and spade, making grand sand castles from my wildest dreams until the tide would knock them down and suck them back out to sea. I would run and dance … Continue reading Summer in the city
Last week was an incredibly exciting week. I launched my website with no fanfare which you can see here. I am so grateful to my friend Lynn from Lynn Priestley Design. She is a dear friend and an amazing artist, and without her help, as I perhaps said in an earlier post, my website would have looked … Continue reading Ronn Moss and the launch of my website!
What a chance. What a break. A clean break from peril. I'm in 'the green room' - a place I've never been; a place that pulls on my courage, ripping at my nerves. It's a place - a moment - thick with fable and I languish, waiting to be cocooned by an unfurling breaker. To … Continue reading The green room
One year ago the world lost a truly beautiful soul …
I can’t tell you exactly what happened Thursday night. But I can tell you that I saw a friend take her last breath. A friend who is supposed to turn twenty-one in twelve days. I will write about everything, but I won’t be sharing it, because turning off your loved ones life support is one of the most horrific things you can ever do, and now I’ve been there twice when two families have experienced it. And once is already enough for a lifetime.
I can say that I was with a beautiful and spirited family as their daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece and friend passed from this life and into her next. It’s an incredibly intimate experience. So delicate. Being present for the family meeting with the Intensive Care specialist who tells you that your friend was declared brain-dead earlier during the day and that no, none of her organs…
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I wanna stay up all night and do you like a drug.I'd take morphine.But I like pethidine better,'cept you only get that shit on maternity wards nowfor cracked breasts and broken cunts. But what about my broken cunt when it was broken?It'd been peeled like a grape and all I got was morphine, ketamine and a stinking … Continue reading A matter of choice
Now sixty-seven souls …
You could surmise that much of my writing focuses on death and dying, which means I’m writing about life and living in equal measure. Don’t mistake this for my being all morbid, for I am neither of these things. Death and taxes are a certainty for the everyman (and woman), but for me, death is just as meaningful as life. Of course life and death are inextricably linked, but for me the connection is to a point, existential.
I go through stages where that mulch of memories of the life and death of a particular friend is branded into my brain. This is usually accompanied by night terrors, but I am grateful I haven’t had any for some time. It got to a point in 2009 where I was too afraid to go to sleep because I feared where my dreams would take me. The sting of grief is…
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Now on Tumblrrrrr I am now on Tumblr. It's quite strange, I feel alone, and apparently you can 'ask me anything' on there, so please come and visit me!
Death midwife and compassionate listener The above link will take you to my other blog, 'The Death Midwife'. I'll be posting here regularly about my journey as a spiritual carer. I'd love you to drop by to see what I have to say as my learning - both academic and practical - expands with the … Continue reading Death midwife and compassionate listener
I arrived in Adelaide this morning, and while the conference and workshops begin tomorrow, there’s a brief welcome this afternoon.
I was only dreaming of attending my first spiritual care conference a few months ago, and now I’m here. My friend and mentor Tenzin Chodron is one of the keynote speakers, as is Bruce Rumbold, who is in charge of palliative care studies at La Trobe (do I behave or take him to the bar??) I’m looking forward to meeting new people and making new friends. Peace out.