It's presumed that the older we grow, the more we know. But what it's that's not the whole story?
When someone asks me how I am, and I say, “busy”, what am I really saying?
I was walking back to the House after getting my lunch recently and followed an older man down Montreal Street. He was wearing a fluoro jacket, beanie and tough, worn leather boots. The back of his jacket said, ‘Parking Warden’.
Whether you are counselling those affected, liaising with police, writing grants, sorting the accounts, organising fundraising events, keeping the social media feeds up to date, meeting with the government or doing the administration that it takes to keep an organisation afloat, I’m really sorry that you have had to “ring-fence” these funds.
We've all got something on high rotation upstairs. What are your tapes playing?
Instead of asing myself, 'Is this perfect', I'm trying to ask some more helpful questions instead.
Something I’m trying to learn the difference between is the act of giving from a space of fear and giving from a space of generosity
The beginning of this space, and all I can do is keep trying to put words on the screen