Maori Category
Blessings in everything
Posted on November 25, 2017 1 Comment
Six months ago the thought of calling alzheimers a blessing would of filled me with rage. How dare those words tumble from someones mouth so ostensibly! Alzheimers is not, in any way a blessing.. and yet I uttered those exact words a few weeks ago to someone I didn’t know, she looked at me with […]
When the Universe speaks, you listen
Posted on April 19, 2017 Leave a Comment
I experienced my first ‘real life’ connection to the Universe a few years ago, I still remember it as if it was yesterday and can still bring about those feelings when I think back to the time. It was insane. It still makes me get shivers and it lead me down a path of no […]
2017 won’t be great..
Posted on December 30, 2016 Leave a Comment
I do have a choice, and that choice is to walk with her till the end regardless of how hard it will be.
Friday nights
Posted on November 4, 2016 1 Comment
Disclaimer: This is an honest real account of what my life is like caring for a person with Alzheimer’s, and whilst I appreciate your concern please avoid giving me advice on what you think I ‘should‘ be doing. I have regular respite, I have regular counselling and have a great support network. Also, I swear […]
Alone
Posted on July 24, 2016 2 Comments
I’ve been going through some stuff, some psychological challenges, physical challenges, realisations and realities and have allowed life to get on top. It isn’t all bad, I have recently launched a new charity, a new business with a friend, and a new business importing crystals to NZ. I am at uni studying counseling and feeling […]
When it hurts, it hurts
Posted on February 15, 2016 Leave a Comment
I am hurting. The pain is radiating from my heart and spreading down to the tips of my fingers and toes. It feels as if my hair aches and my finger nails are digging into me. This pain and grief feels familiar, common but also unfamiliar. I have not bathed in grief for a long […]
We miss you
Posted on June 25, 2015 1 Comment
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For the existed.”
Letting go
Posted on June 15, 2015 1 Comment
Caring for my Mama, for my Martha is not easy. It is also not the hardest thing either. If you resist it, it’ll be cruel to you, if you let it in, it’ll be magic!!
Ramblings of redundancy…
Posted on June 11, 2015 1 Comment
I got over it. I just simply let it go. ‘Fuck them’ I thought.
