Carol teaches English at an International School in Auckland. She has many interests including poetry, writing, Christian history, antiques and gardening and seeks to establish her writing voice through her journalling.
I’ve decided that the garden to the front of my home shall be a testament to camellias facing south with plenty of shade. The bright red and white blooms shall help to overcome the dreary winter days ahead.
Issaac helped me this week to dig the soil, his tiny three year-old hands enjoying every moment. ‘Shall I put here, Nana?’ he said in a loud, uneven voice. His weekly sleepover is important to me, and a real bonus to his parents, no doubt. I must remember to finish off all the small jobs around the house, a bit of paint here and there and get everything ticked off before George and I go to the Gold Coast in August. Ah warmth, sun, sand and siestas. But I can’t believe what’s going on globally just now. Will there be another global financial crisis? I hope not.
I have always needed to know and understand life, if that is at all possible, the why of life. I have needed to find order and sense in things, my hopes and concerns are tied up in this; hopes for my future, my family’s future, the country’s future, the future of mankind. I am by nature a thinker and question most things. I want to understand the big picture. My hope is that there will be justice and peace in the world. Peace comes pretty much top of the list, to live and love in peace, followed closely by healthy prosperity. As I said last week, in my opening statement, time seems to me more important than ever. Everything counts now.
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