Inclusion

When I talk inclusion I am not referring to diversity. I am talking about time together versus time alone. There are many times, seasons and events, pretty much on a daily basis that I think about inclusion. I grew up in a home that everyone was included. There wasn’t an event that was exclusively for ‘this group’ of people. I am so thankful that because my mum cared for people, especially those down and out, that we always shared our table, our home and even our room at times with people that had no where else to go. Friends of ours that were in difficult families, whose families didn’t live close by, people who were stuck for a place, old and young were welcome. I think that’s why even at this age I really struggle with not including … its just not in my nature. I think of those ones…

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Sweet and Bitter…

Today was Fathers Day in Australia. Life doesn’t always end up like it does in the movies, and this is the truth for A LOT of families, more than we will ever know. And for this reason Mothers and Fathers Day celebrations are sweet and bitter…. Truth be told they have always been bittersweet to me. Clear memories of high expectations, fear of upsetting someone and tensions come to mind for me…. and so much more… For the ones that have been hurt by their parents, not had a father in their life, or known who he was, or a mother that has done so much damage, whether purposefully or because she really didn’t know any better because of her own life, then the ones that have been rejected, abandoned, mistreated, neglected…. my heart goes out. Interestingly because of this I kind of dislike reading all the loving messages on…

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Living in the Shadow of Shame

The shames of the past actually don’t remain in the past; they walk with us each day unannounced but make themselves felt in every choice and decision that we make and in every reflection we see of ourselves… I have been thinking a lot about shame… Its not something that I have ever given time to consider before in my life although there are things that I am ashamed of and hide from in my life. Things have been revealing themselves as shame and I have started to see a pattern emerging in me and many people around me. How many of our reactions and responses are hopes and dreams are coloured by shame… and the shame is not just over things that we ourselves have done. I have been reminded lately of shames connected with family and parents… the same in every family really and often how they affect us…

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