Autumn Reflections on Climate Change
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; … Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy…
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; … Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy…
A Reflection on Interlinked MomentsIt was, as they say, a news-filled year last Friday, February 28.Agreements honoured since the end of WW II, the “Rules Based International Order” were trashed…
I have thought that silence is being silent in a quiet atmosphere: there are no sounds; nothing moves; everything stops working.However, it is exactly the opposite. Being in silence was…
As I watch the services for former President Carter I ask the question ‘What will history say about our present world leaders?” This year marks eighty years since the foundation…
Let the great rewilding of the world begin with you Let yourself be absorbed into something larger and Less tame than your isolated self. (Lorraine Anderson) Recently a heading in…
I was an adolescent when I first heard the opening lines of “Gate of the Year”, by Minnie Louise Haskins. It was read to me by my dad, with whom…
The importance of Saint Augustine (354-430) for Western civilisation in general, and Christianity in particular, can hardly be under-estimated. Many women, particularly those committed to empowering women unhappy about their…
Here it is again. Advent is suddenly here, and I am once again thrust into the world (and the work) of “waiting in joyful hope.”Waiting, in its many forms is…
Perhaps it is my age. I will turn eighty in July 2025, and I am becoming increasingly aware of death. Death as a reality that comes for me too. Death…
On the last weekend of October, nine RNDMs from Melbourne travelled to the small Victorian country town of Charlton where four RNDMs arrived one hundred years ago to assume responsibility…