Communicate to Connect.

We are going to discuss communication. Clear communication; communication for connection and understanding, it is vital in almost every area of life but, my goodness, how often do we misunderstand, misconnect and misconstrue words! There are five levels of communication, both for the words we speak and the level at which we listen, so we […]

And it came to Pass.

It came to pass; not to stay was one of my mother’s sayings. What she meant was that life is always in a state of constant flux and nothing stays the same forever. Of-course, forever is a very long time, but still you get the picture, the bad times will not last forever, there will […]

Spring Clean.

In the southern hemisphere, Spring is here. And I am so thankful for its arrival. We live in a location that has beautiful tree lined streets and parks and gardens bursting with colour. At this time of year our city hosts The Carnival of Flowers; it is a wonderful celebration to Spring. Covid 19 has […]

Poetry, Prose and Parable.

Father’s Day I have been thinking about my Father this past week. On Friday August 31st 2001 he passed from this life and two days later, the first Sunday in September, it was our first Father’s Day without him. The following day at 12.00 noon we celebrated his life; if you knew my father you […]

Poetry, Prose and Parable.

sombre adjective UK: serious, sad, and without humour or entertainment: sombre atmosphere/voice/face The funeral was a sombre occasion. I left them in a sombre mood.dark and plain:He wore a sombre black suit. https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/sombre One day when covering a Senior Biology class for supervision, we had a technology failure and could not follow the teacher’s instructions for the lesson. So I asked the students to work quietly on any subject they wished, my only […]

Poetry, Prose and Parable.

Pot of Gold! and RAINBOWS So for today just a couple of small poems to finish of the rainbow theme of recent posts. RAINBOWS poetry by Estelle D© 2020 Rainbows Always Indicate New Beginnings Overshadow Weeping and Sorrows. Pot of Gold poetry by Estelle D.© 2020 At the end of the rainbow there’s a pot […]