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

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. 

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.

CoVID19 is a tangible threat that forced humanity together in isolation.

Thought forms have caused more devastation and unnecessary loss of life, livelihoods, infrastructure, environmental damage and fear than any human pandemic. Have we learnt nothing in the past 2 months?

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”

“Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!

My youngest son carves it up on the field and the court and yet, I’m not good enough. My eldest son he’s a mess because he’s only ever heard me say, You’re not good enough” I think I wrote that song in 2015, probably at the height of my insanity. I sing it now withContinue reading ““Not good enough, even now as I sing there’s a little voice inside my head that says, I’m not good enough”!”