Daily Archives: January 2, 2018

Talking into the Future

My heart is warm with the friends I make
And better friends I’ll not be knowing.”
Edna St Vincent Millay, American Poet and Playright.

I found this post in the draft section and have no recollection of why I didn’t publish it.  No, it wasn’t because I had a something else to talk about, it just got put into the wrong box.  It was written on October 14, 2017, and find it just as appropriate today.

October 14, 2017

We had our usual weekly Skype meeting.  Three friends, far removed from each other by physical distance but so very close in friendship.  Chris at Bridges Burning lives in Kitchener, Ontario, Joss at Depth of a Woman, lives in Cuenca and I live in Wellington, New Zealand. Could three friends live any further apart?

We met in the blogosphere.  We all started blogging around the same time, 2011, and soon found we had much in common.  We all write, we all read and we all love finding new friends.

On this week’s chat, we discussed among other things, the webinar from Hay House that I had just listened to.  And then Joss, as the published author answered some of our questions on publishing.  Thanks, Joss.  As I said, I learned more from you than from the webinar.

My book, Suddenly Single was self-published some years ago and was given to clients and friends who found themselves alone. So that didn’t count as it was a first attempt and copies were given away.  We talked about my plan to broaden the book to cover bereavement and grieving in all its forms.

We talked about our plans for the coming weekend – my weekend was very close as our talks are on my Friday their Thursday.  Chris has all her family coming for dinner so has some organizing to do.   We talked about last weekend.  Chris went to visit her son and his family.  She went with one of the boys to a Meet the Teacher event and was surprised and pleased to learn the teacher knew about her.  I took my eldest grandson for his gliding experience.  I bought this for his 21st birthday last year but because of my misadventure 4 weeks later, we’ve never got around to using the voucher.  However,  when we arrived at the field some 2 hours away we were told there could be no gliding that day.  A disappointment but we had a great day together nonetheless.  And we now have another date to look forward to.

And talking into the future was Joss’ comment.  She loves the fact that she can talk to me 18 hours in her future.  One question she raised today was what happens to the lost day when you cross the equator and don’t return?  Well, what does happen to that day?  Is it lost forever?  My response, perhaps that’s in the parallel universe we often hear about.

And now it’s Saturday here and another weekend is about to start,  I hope your weekend, when it arrives will be a good one.  We are promised a wet, windy Wellington day, so I shall be working on my book and reading one of the many on my To Read pile on the bedside table, accompanied of course, by copious cups of tea.

So there you have it.  Talking to friends one has never met physically but who are true friends nonetheless.  And these two women are among my Sisters of Choice.  Different mothers, but sisters nonetheless..

And now, here’s my waterfall.  I shall see it again next month when I go back to Tauranga for a few weeks.


“And as the water continues in its downhill rush over rocks
and the thoughts continue to tumble around in my brain
with no defined pattern or path,
they eventually find and settle into a safe place
and the void is suddenly filled
and my mind is active once again.”
Judith Baxter, Mother, grandmother, sister,
friend and blogger 1938 –



When everything goes wrong…

This really started the second day of 2018 in the right way for me. I had to share.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“Just let me know when you’ve arrived…” Those words are spoken, in the most casual manner possible, by every parent when one of their offspring goes off on an adventure. The apparent nonchalance masks all sorts of worry, panic, imagined scenarios and disasters, even though you know they are no more than chimera.

He’d booked everything at budget prices, so there was no direct flight. At stopover of five hours in Muscat would not allow him to see anything of the place and just added to the fatigue of the journey.  But, when you know they have landed in foreign climes, (because you are watching the live flight updates, and they are now running nearly a further six hours late) and the phone remains silent for an eternity, the real panic sets in. Especially when said offspring is travelling with a wheelchair.

By the time you actually hear from…

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