It’s always the simple things we miss … a home cooked meal, walking out the front door to go somewhere, basking in the sunlight, the wind on our skin, sand or dirt under our feet, swimming in water, being able to stand next to somebody without fear

After a week away from home, my youngest son asked when I was returning home because he missed me and that footy starts July 25 2020. “I don’t know” I responded. Whenever I used to receive such a response from the boys, knowing that I knew that they knew, I used to say, “well ifContinue reading “It’s always the simple things we miss … a home cooked meal, walking out the front door to go somewhere, basking in the sunlight, the wind on our skin, sand or dirt under our feet, swimming in water, being able to stand next to somebody without fear”

Hard work, hardly working or work that is hard …. amazing how a few extra letters can change the context of words.

I’ve spent so many years running on a Ε£readmill that went nowhere … working hard with work that I made hard, which inevitably was hardly working. Confused? I was once too πŸ˜…

A bridge covers the great divide and where once I only saw it’s capacity to reach the other side.

Now I see a bridge as a strong helping hand. Now I see that I am a bridge. I am a strong helping hand!

CoVID19 provided an opportunity for the world to stop fighting amongst ourselves and value each other.

Unprecedented cooperation and goodwill has caused humanity to unite as one … let’s make that our primary focus and take the opportunity to deconstruct weapons, persecution, racism, prejudice and fear …. let’s invest in humanity!

Typical Kaukau, always learning the hard way to appreciate who I am and what I can do … better late than never πŸ˜’πŸ€ͺπŸ˜πŸ€—

Currently I’m in “Isolation” but I’m not isolated …

People can find a million reasons to separate themselves from other people …. bridge the gap because we need to stay connected, even in isolation πŸ€”

COVID19 has enabled me to connect to people on an unprecedented scale … some people lost everything and some people gained something.Β 

I gained new friends and the capacity to communicate with people of all ages,  nationalities, creeds and religions …. 7.8 billion stories to tell, minus 2.

Mali, my boys brother from another mother …. “Just nod and smile” is what I taught Mali if he didn’t agree or understand something.

Today that’s how he identified who he was when I asked if I was talking to the young immature Mali that I used to know. I was moved to tears because I knew that of all the things that I have done wrong, at least I’d done one thing right.Β 

When my sons’ father had a heart attack 5 years ago my 13 year old fell apart and I told him to pull his shit together and fall apart afterwards.

Two and a half weeks after my brother’s accident, this is me invoking my right to fall apart.

Normally I’m the one who bears the load alone ……

But I have to admit that it’s easier to bear the brunt of a load when it’s distributed evenly …. That’s what friends are for!!