We all have a tough Christmas from time to time. We have years we remember as months full of pain and grief or unexpected sorrow and loss. Christmas time can be full of sadness following such an experience. But this year, because of COVID-19, more of us than usual will find Christmas difficult.
Teddy bears, rainbows, rabbits and assorted other animals and art brought a smile to my face (and my eyes, which was nice) over the past few days. Easter joy has spread through the suburbs near where I live.
November never seems like a normal, peaceful month. Unlike, say June or August, November allows too many events to crowd themselves into its few weeks.
Advent is the time of preparation for Christmas. People celebrate it is different ways
The Feast of Easter is a celebration of New Life. New life is symbolised by holidays, chocolate eggs and Easter bunnies. Easter is all of that and more. It is the most important feast in the liturgy of Christian churches.
February favourites are almost here. February always seems like the start of the proper New Year. After the indolence of January and the media silly season, it is time to begin 2016 proper. Apart from the heat, I love this time of the year. There’s something exhilarating about a month that has so much in store. …
It’s time let go of last year and count my blessings. It’s time to make a list of what I’m taking into 2015. Oh, yes, there has to be a list for that! The blessings I carry over from last year include:
Cloudstreet river – what a backdrop for Christmas lunch! ‘Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear, clean, sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an …
Tragic events over the past couple of weeks have saddened and bewildered all Australians. For a variety of other reasons, this Christmas season will be a painful or difficult time for many people. Perhaps the first Christmas was not all that different. Below is another version of the old familiar Christmas story.
I owe a debt of gratitude for my love of autumn to Sr. Mary Theophane, the nun who taught me most school subjects in years 8, 9 and 10, way back in the mists of time during the early 1950s. Fanny, as we girls called her behind her back, was a woman who could turn her …