Category: Blog: Letters and Lattes
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A bit about Lent and the traditions that shape us.
There are some traditions we do just “to do them.” These traditions come with a form of expectancy and repetition, maybe without consideration of why. I suppose it would be fair to say that Lent might also be a little bit like this. If we are not careful, it rolls around in the calendar and…
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New Year, New Me (LOL) – on our intentions, leaning in and what we learn along the way.
(Alt title; the blog post where I overused parenthesis). How is it February already? The new year, once this shiny thing of promise, already feels a little heavy, a little grimy. I never really understood the emphasis of ‘new year, new me.’ I do, however, like goals and I like intentions. If you are finding…
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A Blessing for Teachers – on the end of a school year.
I started this morning on a high. I had finished my last official day at school, the glorious joys of being part-time. The year is not quite finished, with official celebrations remaining. Ahead of me was a day of my own crafting, children at school and work obligations complete. I was filled with the joy…
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Advent – on holding out for Hope
We have reached December and I am feeling more burnt out than most years. That might not be true. Surely every year I collapse at the end and feel this exhausted? But, also, maybe not. This year feels more so. As a teacher, the end of the year is A LOT. As a parent, the…
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I love weddings & I love marriage more – reflections on both.
I love weddings. If you know me even a little, I doubt you are surprised by this revelation. I have been in many conversations with friends, and even acquaintances, who are lamenting an upcoming wedding or particularly their involvement in a bridal party and I pretend to sympathise, but I do not. Yes, weddings can…
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No man is an island – on wanting permission to own your story
I’m going to be ruthlessly (and disappointingly) upfront here – this post does not have an ending. It’s like that novel you picked up to read whose opening line declares “this story does not have a happy ending” or goes even further by foretelling the protagonist’s death. And despite your commitment, at purchasing or borrowing…
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A Letter – To the dads who have loved us well
I am incredibly grateful to be surrounded by wise, empathetic men who prioritise loving their daughters well. They haven’t always gotten it right, does anyone ever? But they have a heart to learn, grow and adapt. I am blessed by my relationship with my father, my step-father, my father-in-law and even more so as I…
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Self-advocacy – on the absolutely absurd task of advocating for yourself.
I basically spend my time camping out in one of two very specific realities (1) no way am I as good or as qualified as that particular person perceives me to be and/or I am definitely not good enough for that and then there’s (2) surely all of my skills and strengths suit in me…
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Reframing Resilience – on developing a posture of resilience.
I once had someone ask me about my resilience, their comment was something along the lines of, “you seem like a very resilient person, how do you learn that? What would your insight or advice be for developing resilience?” (This is a terrible paraphrase of their question) My response, embarrassingly enough was, “childhood trauma.” HAHA.…
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To the girls – on embracing our weird and breaking out of the boxes we’ve been put in.
What does the shy girl want?But to be loved from the offsetTo be invited And made welcomeTo feel seen and known and valuedWithout doing a danceOf performance firstA dance of striving Which screams Love me for THIS — And becomes the label we wearFor eternity.And reallyShouldn’t this be what we all want?To be loved Known…
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