Realised I haven't posted any 'thinks' in a long, long while. So here are three, in no particular order, from my recent musings.
#1 Today I caught with slipping fingers the filigree of hope. And I clasped at it with all I had to watch as it unfurled.
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There was once a farmer - check that.
Let's start again... There was once a mum in lockdown who ordered garden seed - quite a few packets - for online delivery. She waited very (almost) patiently until eventually, the first packet of seed arrived. Doing her best to fit planting between the COVID updates, she hurried outside to sow the seed. But she was too distracted by the news, and as she fumbled to check her phone, she dropped the seed along the path. That night, the possums and rats explored her new garden and snatched the seed away. Lockdown Treasure'Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.' - The Bible, Matthew chapter 6, verse 21 I read these words this morning. They are not new. They are Sunday School verses, these ones. Drilled into a good Christian kid. Repeated, reminded and diligently studied as an adult. But this morning they felt new. This morning they stood up quietly. Humbly. Like the child outside the principal's office, best work in hand, waiting for the prized Gold Sticker of recognition. This morning they spoke into the tumbled up space of my Greater Sydney Lockdown. Without blame or accusation they gently nudged my spirit and asked: Where is your treasure today? And I came up blank. I know where it should be. What is the opposite of Anxiety?
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The Penny DropsIn high school I used to write what I'd call 'thinks' - little bits of writing about whatever topic or issue I was mulling over at the time. I still write these little pieces. Categories
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