The phone rang. It was my Mum! Just her ringing me warmed my heart. She lives four and a half days drive away in another state and I don’t see her as often as I would like. I even shared with one of my daughter’s how special it was that Mum rang me. She asked me about the newborn granddaughter and her Mum, to see how they were going. She is such a caring mother of six, grandmother of twenty-three and great-grandmother of thirty. As I started the day, I looked at the Christian Calendar. The Assumption of Our Lady. My thoughts turned to Mary, the Mother of God. Our…

My week has been so tumultuous, packing, cleaning, moving, unpacking…… I still don’t know where most things are. No, I lie, they are in a box somewhere in one of the rooms. I was going to be so organized. All the boxes are labelled but the removalists and the helpers were coming in at such a “rate of supply” if there is such a thing, that I got overwhelmed.  As they entered the front of the garage, I tried to direct them to which room or where to go at least. I was inundated so much with an onslaught of boxes; I ended up just stating “Leave them here.” (In…

As I sat down all my muscles were crying out – ‘Enough! Give me a rest.’  We were near the end of moving day and every bone in my body could tell it had been a long day. Someone called out, “where do you want to put this?” I looked up wearily and said, “Wherever you want to.” My brain was mush, and I could no longer think, all I wanted to do was to rest for a while.  Tomorrow was another day; The rest of the boxes could wait. I told everyone it’s time to stop. Relief splayed across a few faces. As my whole family sat looking at…

So many people have been asking me, “How are you going? I hope “IT’S” not too stressful for you.” “IT’S” refers to moving house. We are finally moving into our new house after 2 years of renting. Moving house is frequently cited to be one of life’s most stressful events. I don’t feel that way. I am looking forward to the move. I am looking forward to being able to cook properly again. To use my winter clothes again. We had packed up so much of our things so as to live simply (we thought for only a short time.) Part of me has got used to simple but the…

As I was trudging through sand measuring a pathway, that at the moment is non-existent, laying out with rope the size of the path, my thoughts went to my steps. I was deliberately walking slowly, watching where I placed my feet on the uneven sand. Every step brought me closer to my destination. As I measured my steps my mind was thinking – Do I think of where I am walking everyday? Or do I just walk with no thought of where my feet are taking me? Where my life is taking me? Do I even consider if I am on the Right path, walking in the right direction for…