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 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

Song of the Week #4

I'm trying to birth a poem at the moment, and I need to get away from words. Last week, I had so much going on with my addiction post that I didn't post Song of the Week number four. So, I've made it a goodie - 'Samson' by Russian singer Regina Spektor. Seriously, how did she get … Continue reading Song of the Week #4

I am an addict

I posted a rant on my chasing away salt water page earlier today, much of which I've included in this piece. It involves the Cystic Fibrosis community - my community, if you will - and my burning question was this: when will people start taking responsibility for their lives? Why are there GoFundMe pages being created to ask for … Continue reading I am an addict

The night I lived again: part three

There is beauty in the ordinary. Waking up, making coffee, washing my hair, going to the post office. All ordinary things made extra-ordinary because I am here to do them. I woke early to watch the moon sink and the sun rise. The east screamed tangerine and the sun pierced the thin veil of sky with … Continue reading The night I lived again: part three

The night I lived again: part two

By the time it was definite that the donor lungs were a match, there would have been at least thirty-five people at the hospital – all friends and family. Even a friend’s boyfriend (now husband) had driven down from uni at Gatton, so he could be there for both me, his now wife and my … Continue reading The night I lived again: part two

Positively spiritual

I recently saved someone's life after intervening in a critical incident through my work as a pastoral carer. While I can't go into details due to confidentiality reasons, after a triumvirate of serendipitous messages from the universe on this one day, I had to write about what it's like to be at the coalface of … Continue reading Positively spiritual

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

The trouble with ‘cures’

My good friend, writing peer and all round genuinely awesome woman, Carly Findlay has today written for Daily Life about her experience with false cures and how, at the end of the day, she doesn't want to be cured of her rare and painful skin condition Ichthyosis. Like Carly, I've never wanted to be cured … Continue reading The trouble with ‘cures’

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

A protest to protect my LIFE – tomorrow night

A protest to protect my LIFE - tomorrow night This is really fucking urgent. Tomorrow night, I'm going to do my damndest to be at the Convention Centre in Brisbane to fight for my doctors; to ensure that they are there for me and the thousands of other people they save day in, day out in … Continue reading A protest to protect my LIFE – tomorrow night