My Dearest Jem,
Do you realize that we have been communicating via the cyber-world for two years now? Yes, our first column was written and published on 1 January 2006! Now, two years later our voice is stronger and louder and hopefully a lot wiser.
We have just navigated the rocky estuary of Christmas and the balance of family tradition and the desire for a loving and spiritual festive season. I feel sated and incredibly pleased with my holiday period. Jem, I am entering a healing phase - I can feel it as I begin to heal the fringes of my soul. You know the fringes of that inner sanctum that have been singed by the fire of rejection or the puerile words of others. Don't get me wrong, I've allowed the fire to permeate my self esteem - I let the flames in and now I want to quell the fire and sweep the ashes from my door of regret.
I have set some personal goals recently. This plan consists of such concepts of seeking a balance between work, family commitment, rest, creativity and expanding my voice into different channels of communication. As you know in Australia we take a relaxed view of Christmas as it falls in our summer and we are all swimming cozies, thongs and trips to the beach. Summer is a magical time of sun and surf although this year I am happy to say we've had a little rain giving us some respite to the oppressive drought that has plagued this great land. Tonight as I was watching the sky spatter with crimson hue and the sun making its final vestige on the Brindabellas I was reminded that the curtain is closing on another Christmas season and the glittering orb will soon herald a New Year.
In the weekend before Christmas my gorgeous daughter-in-law toured to the Australian Capital Territory to perform with a well-known cover band. My son and their two sons accompanied her to this tiny territory and spent the weekend at our home. The morning after the show as we served bacon and eggs I inquired how the show went and was very disappointed with her response. Apparently, there were some hecklers in the show and especially one rude woman who sat in the audience and interjected constantly. I was disgusted that their entertainment experience was marred by this person and in turn blemished their visit to Canberra. My daughter-in-law said that the group had been so affected by this rudeness that they'd decided that they wouldn't come back to the ACT again.
During our family breakfast we discussed this toxic behavior and all gave our opinions as to why people think that it is okay to act in such a way. I have lived in this Territory for just over twelve months now and have come to realize that this tiny nook