Famous America artist Granny Moses only started painted at 76 years old. There is this feeling at 50 that we are too late to start something new, that we need to simply accept what we are doing and sail into our retirement…we simply let our dreams go. You know all those saying: You can’t teach a dog new tricks; It’s too late, the ship has sailed; If I was going to do it, … [Read more...]
“It’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” ~ Abraham Lincoln
Dreams are renewable and only limited by imagination and courage. No matter our age, there are untapped possibilities both within and outside us, waiting for us to take that first step.
Whether you strive for comfortable relaxation, cultural or mental stimulation, adrenaline-fueled adventure or simply fun times with family and friends, seek within for the inspiration to grow.
This is possibly the scariest time of my life. My dad is back in hospital, where he has been on and off for over a year now, and he describes himself as being on the pointy end of life. My mum is lonely and isolated in the north of Scotland due to circumstances. And my teenage sons are becoming increasingly independent and in 18 months, the eldest will be driving so they will … [Read more...]
I met up with former classmates I last saw 35 years ago at a reunion in Sydney – and what an inspiring and invigorating experience it turned out to be. All of us South African immigrants, 17 women flew in from as far away as Perth and New Zealand to reconnect and, as it turned out, to re-centre ourselves. Gone were the hormone-infused teenagers and plump-faced … [Read more...]
I am officially a personal-growth workshop failure. I tried but was asked to leave within four hours. Hmmmm….here’s the story! Have you ever felt a bit stuck in your life – need something a little more, something different - but you are not sure what it is nor how to find what it is you want? Well, that is me. So I decided to go on a weekend self-development workshop to … [Read more...]
These holidays I was walking down a long stretch of white beach hand-in-hand with my sons, aged 10 and 11. As we strolled along, we discussed the books they were reading, our plans for the rest of the day, and commented on the people passing us by. But a sharp pain stabbed my heart. It was the kind of blissful parenting moment I focussed on imprinting into my memory, … [Read more...]