I’m a wave. A process. For some strange reason, sensing my life this way takes away fear. There’s nothing I need to hold on to.

Don't think twice, it's all right. We think too much and carry an underlying fear that everything is all wrong.

When life shows its inevitable imperfections, that’s when we’re being called upon to be bringers of light.

Sometimes I forget to love, but love is always present, just waiting for me to get out of the way so it can come through.

If Mum had a soap box, she’d step on it and shake an admonitory, multi-ringed finger: ‘Get along, everyone,’ she’d say. 'It's not hard.'

Our soul tears are talking to us. Let’s listen.

It’s not often society gets such a shock as we’ve had, such a shake-up of our schedules, a re-arrangement of our priorities.

We don’t seek to age. It happens. The years go by but faintly noticed, as soft and silent as down blown from a thistle.

The Japanese call it Shinrin-Yoku. Meditators call it forest bathing. Aussies call it going bush. It means to spend time in nature.

During the COVID-!9 pandemic we’re going to have to be creative and think outside the box to find ways to care for vulnerable people

As Marianne Williamson wrote in A Return to Love: We are all part of a vast sea of love, one indivisible divine mind.

Water may be ice cubes or a hot cup of tea,but it’s water all the same. You may have dementia and I may be arranging social support for you,

Miracles happen when we step aside and let the divine act through us.

Allow innocence, curiosity, energy and hope to arise within you. Live with alert acceptance while Universal wisdom swirls through you.

You already have everything you need for this moment. You lack nothing. You are enough. Just as you are.

New Year's Resolutions: Do what you love and love what you do. There's more than one way to skin a cat but there is a best way.

Jesus didn’t worry about money or a roof over his head. He loved people, shared what he had and touched the afflicted.

Either life is always and in all circumstances sacred, or intrinsically of no account - Malcolm Muggeridge.

Peace doesn’t dwell in the world of opposites or extremes. Peace is right out in the open. Peace dwells in the middle path.

Hands scrub, dig and wave. They play finger games, type and point, weave and tickle. They pat, stroke and hold. Hands are love in action.