Mother and the Washing Machine


It was an autumn day in Melbourne, with unusually warm weather on the day I walked into the laundry room and saw mum bent over the washing machine – almost inside the barrel. She eventually emerged with what appeared to be the entire load of washing in one big large knot.

Not what she had expected.

I see this

I say to her

“Mum let me get those out for you.”

“No, I can do it” she says.

I made a conscious note to remain calm. There was no need for hysteria and yelling, I really needed to grow out of that, there’s a point where…

…I’m distracted by the sounds of grunts.

I look over

I saw mum tugging on that large knot hoping to loosen it. Clothes were not budging, instead seem to be clinging even closer together – as though they had a life of their own.

I lower my voice

I say to her

“Mother…. [note pause here]… please allow me…”

I place my hand on my chest to avoid any confusion of who’s offering the help

“… to help untangle this”

I gently rest of my other hand on her shoulder to maximise sincerity.

She ignored me.

She continued to try to untangle the stubborn knot.

And as I watch her I began to trace her face and saw an expression of sheer determination and will. She was going to get this knot undone – no ifs or buts or help from me thank you. Her arms, in comparison were letting her down.

And I felt a sadness deep in my chest.

And then something inside my head snaps.






Hands were now clenched fists and waving in outrage.

Perhaps through her determination, perhaps through the jolt she received from my raised voice, in an epic gladiator move she managed to detach a hand towel. She stood tall and proud clutching the towel.

She steps away.

Lowers her head and quietly says…

“Ok do it”.

A cooking flow that struggles

I’ve decided I needed more flow in my life, and what better way to do that than with food. So I thought I’d share with you my cooking flow.

Make a plan
Make a shopping list.
Don’t check the pantry to see that I already have half the stuff on the list.
Go to the super market.
Buy ingredients.

Make stuff.

Breakfast covered.
Lunch is covered. Everyone at work is wowing at my meal.

Coffee for breakfast, and lunch is covered.

Unable to eat my lunch cause it taste (and looks) revolting. Buy my lunch – usually deep fried shit.

Continue to buy shit and way over priced food.

Add alcohol.

2 weeks later & 3 kilos heavier ….

Make a plan….


Do you have a cooking flow?

**The receipt is taken from Sarah Wilson – I Quit Sugar for Life



Ms Sulky

This girl I just adored. She was just so beautifully herself. And Yes – she’s sulking. Which is why I called her Ms Sulky

I hadn’t really noticed Ms Sulky fooling around in the pool with (what appeared to be) her younger (and much thinner) sister. At the time I was blissfully content drinking beer and snorting hot chips, whilst spread(ing) on a beach chair.  I reckon Ms Sulky was about 10 years old – and her sister about 7 years old.

What did grab my attention was when the two girls started to argue. Great, I thought – some entertainment to go with my snacks. Ms Sulky was clearly outraged about something. So much so that she couldn’t bear to be in her sister’s company anymore and stomped out of the pool. And by stomp – I mean stomp – water flying everywhere – she really needed to get away from her – and very loudly at that. Then Ms Sulky found herself a spot on the edge of the pool, slapped her wet bottom on it (which sounded like it might have hurt) and with all her furry sank into her shoulders in protest – long enough for me to draw her.

I so admired her. How she expressed her emotions so openly and had little concern for disrupting (or in my case amuse) those around her. I recognised her. She’s a free and open spirit yet to be constrained by fear of other’s judgement. She hasn’t built herself a mask or set herself rules to conform to what is socially acceptable. I can’t imagine her to be a cunning person, not someone capable of plotting a murder that’s for sure. She simply cannot contain her emotions when an injustice has occurred. It also appeared that she’s unable to stay focused for very long. On anything I suspect. It wasn’t long before her body softened, she raised her head to find a way to re-engage with her sister. And before I knew it she very quietly entered the pool and started to fool around with her sister as though nothing happened.

Looking at that sketch always makes me smile. Here’s to those who show us their warts and all. You make it easier to know you and love you.

Australia: Confession & Canon Law


In Australia, A Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse was conducted over 5 years. Apart from highlighting major injustices that have occurred in our institutions it also made a number of recommendations.  One which was –  The ministry of churches (not just the Catholic Church) should not be exempt from reporting information discovered in religious confession.

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