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Photo by  Hush Naidoo  on  Unsplash    Friday evening coffee with a friend = a decision to drop by the  Blood Donation Clinic first. They called to say they were in town. Having missed the call, I forgot the message. Until the evening rolled around. I messaged my friend. "Should we do our civic duty  and go give blood before coffee?" "My mother is telling me not to be a wuss... so I guess I have to..." After arriving, we have to answer quite a few interesting  questions to confirm eligibility. Next step, they test your hemoglobin levels. To be eligible to donate, your blood must read 125 & over. 'Prick' My finger now flowing just enough for them to take and test. 124. An option to test the other hand. But they must collect enough for two readings. Both readings must be 125+ 127 120 Not able to donate. Leaving the cubicle, hands empty, my friend's eyes take note, register the fact I am without my co

Photo by  Katy Belcher  on  Unsplash   Lost keys. A fairly straight forward path taken to and from work. Dad lost them and was stretched for time to search. So I offered to look. The clouds were dark and threatening.  Time was limited. Light was diminished. Determined as I was, I was unable to find them.  Walking back home feeling rather disappointed that they may be lost for good.  The storm pressed in. Lightening, thunder and a heavy beautiful rain, bringing the refreshment the earth needed so desperately.  It didn't last long.  The sun broke through the clouds. Bright and beautiful for the last hours of the day. And I noticed the way the rain had made everything shine when the rays of light found it. A stirring within. A recognition. Rain had watered the earth and left it's mark, illuminating everything the sun touched. Sparkly and fresh. The search must continue. As the storm that sent me hiding, now brought about what

You know the story. The one about the little boy on the seashore, tossing back, one by one, washed up starfish. A man happens by and says to him, "Boy, its not going to make any difference, there are too many." And as he selects the next one, tossing it in, he replies, "It makes a difference to that one." And then picking up another and tossing it back he says again, "It makes a difference to that one." One by one, he picks a starfish up and returns it to the sea. That story has always resonated deeply. As it challenges the belief often held, that the little we do, doesn't really make much of a difference in our immediate world or the greater world we are apart of. It's a danger to believe that our time on this earth may be of little importance, that our everyday choices are insignificant. As of late, I have become increasingly aware of something. Our propensity towards sharing negativity. The latest headlines, loc

Meet my little friend. It goes with me nearly everywhere. Perplexing to some and to the annoyance of most. There is nothing worse then feeling thirsty, dry and in need of a sip of water. And, nothing quite like the refreshing drink of clean, cool water. My little friend has saved me many a times from the thing I dislike. I fill it up multiple times throughout a day, without thought or question to the safety and cleanliness of  the source. The source. At my fingertips everywhere I go. Water. Readily and abundantly available to me. No effort required. Turn the tap. Water. Clean, pure and available. Photo by  Artem Beliaikin  on  Unsplash I recently came across a video about an organisation called  Charity Water  (Watch it  here !!) ( Music  score by my favourite, Sleeping at Last!) Beautifully crafted, this video was both moving and horrifying. Bringing me to tears, as its founder shares his story and journey of becoming aware of the t

                                                                 Photo by  Tim Marshall  on  Unsplash Love is in the air.          An internationally recognised day to show love by the giving of flowers and chocolate. Valentine's Day. Another holiday for a minority of people. Strictly speaking as someone who has never had a 'valentine' or been someones 'valentine' (yes I just owned that fun filled fact.) I can honestly say it doesn't really bother me, it's just another day. Well actually it's my cousins birthday ;) (Shout out to Miranda, Happy Birthday!) But for many it's a reminder of what they don't have. Which can be a painful reality and often times with good reason. Social media is a great one for throwing relationships and grand gestures of love in ones face. Images everywhere. And I confess, it's these moments that can shake your value in our culture at times. It's tempting to believe the lie that love, value and home are found