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January 18, 2012 - Dear Me

 

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Dear Me .  (Written November, 2011)

There is a book that poses the question … if you could write a letter to your 16 year old self, what would you say? Having experienced bullying and abuse and some tough life experiences, that letter might read something like this …..

You’ll still be here.  You’ll survive way beyond things you believed you couldn’t.  And there will be many more times when you can’t bear the thought of living another day.   Another moment.   But know that it is but a moment.   A moment in which you have only this desperate thought.

Moments come – and moments pass.   Tomorrow may not feel a whole lot better but it can be a starting point – not the end.  You’ll need to take some seemingly impossible steps.  Every day.  Day in.  Day out.  And you’ll need to keep working towards change and creating a place, a life, you feel more comfortable and less despairing in.   Find something that provides a sense of purpose and meaning.   And you don’t necessarily have to know exactly where or what that will be.   You just need to maintain the drive and determination to find it.  Trusting – despite being hurt by trusting before.

 

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And you’ll have some massive spills along the way that will lay you flat for varying lengths of time – but you’ll get up.   Eventually.  Every time.   You’ll get up.   You must.   And you’ll go another round so you can at the very least, prove to yourself you can.    Your weakest point will be to rely on someone else to do this work for you…

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February 6, 2010 - Dear Victoria

 

 

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 Bush Telegraph .

Something is coming… This time, not giant fingers of flame.  Or swirling clouds carrying fire not rain.  It is the Kookaburra laughing in the face of times so tough.  The Roo springing back through broken bushes with pouches full of seeds to sew .  Koalas feasting on dripping leaves, hugging branches now long cooled.  Galahs that squawk and grumble lining new-found homes with feathers soft for a brand new life to hatch.  The Eagle that soars close steering fear filled eyes to a sky now not of flame – but hope.  And a time once held so terrible still is moved by the rumbling march of close and distant friends.   Spring invites the tears to flow into blackened soils that grow a new beginning.

Footnote:  Written in response to the Victoria bush fires in February 2009.

(Clunk & Jam book)