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 know it's short notice, but I only bit the bullet on the weekend about curating a Death Cafe this Saturday 20th December. I'd love it if you could join us at The Three Monkeys café for coffee/chai/milkshakes and cake/nachos/pizza in West End from 2-4pm. I want to let you know that I've had a … Continue reading Death Cafe Brisbane – this Saturday!
Yesterday my TEDx talk went live on TEDx Brisbane's YouTube channel, and I've had an almost overwhelming response about speaking about my life (and deaths), and my beliefs and truths about death and dying. Here it is - Learning to Die. I've been bathing in the beautiful waters of Death Walking training over the last two days, the last … Continue reading Learning to Die: my TEDx talk
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 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
I often say I'm like the son my father never had. I want to make sweet love to love cars, and Dad has some beauties. I love driving my Jeep, and can't imagine ever driving an automatic anything. I love speed - cars, boats, planes. And another thing ... I. Love. Firearms. Always have and after … Continue reading Peace, love and firearms
To end, we must always begin. Last night I watched a house burn. I'd never seen a house on fire before, and though it was a building emptied long ago of furniture and people and other things you find in a house, a gentle sadness carried itself on the black smoke as we watched the … Continue reading Beginning again
And so the winter edition of the über glossy West End magazine has gone to print and is madly circulating. On pages 24-25 (yes, a SPREAD), you'll find a feature about my journey thus far. It's impeccably written, so I'm told and the magazine is a publication that celebrates all things South Brisbane - culture, … Continue reading West End Magazine
Returned servicemen in shopping malls selling ribbons - a soft reminder.
There is a little place with a big wooden door that jingles when you open it. As you walk into this little room, your ears are tickled by the crackly voice of Billie Holiday or a scatting Ella Fitzgerald and comforting smiles from ladies in lovely dresses and pearls slow your heart beat down and … Continue reading all things sweet