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Filling the tank with quiet

I had to pause and take a step backwards when I heard myself shouting at my kids. There’s a constant mess in our home, and we’re having to pick up stuff after them all the time. Some might say that’s normal. It wasn’t the mess – it was my reaction. I realised my “tank” was empty. We’d moved country. We’d flatted our finances. And amidst all that stressful drain, I hadn’t been topping up. Continue reading Filling the tank with quiet

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A time for quiet reflection

Winter leaves

As I type this, I look over a bed of decaying autumn leaves on the front lawn, and in the distance the brown-speckled hills of the KwaZulu-Natal countryside. There’s something just so intoxicating about winter out here. Blue skies, dry chilly air and the warm mid-day sunshine which lulls one into laziness. The crisp, bitingly cold air at night which chases us towards the fireplace.

It’s a strange season, I find. Continue reading A time for quiet reflection