At 17 years our lives are simple. Seemingly boring on the outside but juicy and passionate in the middle.
What matters at the end of life?
Creating beautiful moments. Moments in love, moments in forgiveness, moments with meaning and lasting transcendence.
Compared to my last 4200-word post, this piece will be short. Also, Kylie doesn’t like me writing for hours in my office on our special days and today is one that we will be celebrating! Our 16th wedding anniversary. I wasn’t sure if and what I was going to write about but then like penetrating
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I’m surprised at 39 years old that vindication doesn’t taste as sweet as courage. That is because in the moment that you choose courage instead of inaction, hope instead of despair and wisdom instead of foolish revenge is the moment that you become one of the greats. And if and when vindication occurs, your wisdom
In the last two years, I have struggled. Struggled with what I thought was a romantic blockade in my actions and thoughts. I’ve asked myself: “Why aren’t I more romantic? “ But what I have come to realise has been a revelation to me. It is that my marriage and life with Kylie is richly
For those regular readers of my blog and writing, I am sorry that it has been a little while between pieces. As you can see from my last social media post, I’ve taken a few months off to create margin in my life and direct my focus to a few important projects, the most pressing
Imagine losing your house, the place that you purchased with pride and so meticulously maintained. Picture yourself facing the innocent faces of your children, searching for the words to explain your explicit behaviour. Look at your prized possessions, the toys that brought you such pleasure to use and connect with your inner child-like freedom. Now
It was the first time that I’d learnt that holding back tears was impossible I held his tiny hand as his grandmother cradled him. My eyes examined, but my heart broke. Years later in reflection, I didn’t realise that this moment would live with me forever as a defining moment in my medical journey. What
Your presence is important to God. Never underestimate the power that your presence has at Church. Your face, your smile. The position you are sitting in. The people whom you will talk to. The hugs that you will give and the hands that you will shake. The words of encouragement that you will speak to those