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  • The joy of a Zen rock garden

    I've always been fascinated by those Zen sand gardens - the little tray of sand with the rake to draw the ripples, usually around a stone. One of the houses I walk past each morning has a white gravel front yard featuring a couple of thoughtfully positioned large rocks. The gravel is meticulously r...
  • The joy of good icecream

    I'm pretty careful about what I eat. I have plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables every day and I eat fish regularly. I hardly ever eat takeaway food and can honestly say that, at the age of 51, I have never eaten a McDonalds hamburger. But I love icecream. I figure if I'm going to treat myself to ...
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  • The joy of gratitude

    I read a book a couple of months ago called The Ultimate Gift, written by Jim Stovall. In a chapter entitled The Gift of Gratitude I read the following passage. He explained to me that every morning before he got up he would lie in bed-or wherever he had been sleeping-and visualise a golden tablet o...
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  • The joy of banana skins

    The first thing I thought of when I wrote the title for this blog was those slap stick skits of someone slipping on a banana skin. That made me laugh and was a moment of joy in itself but this blog is about something else. Recently a wart appeared on my thumb. Initially I didn't worry about it, kno...
  • The joy of being a useful parent

    Writing has always been one of my passions. It's right up there with cooking. In 2006 I completed an Advanced Diploma of Arts in Professional Writing, and, while I enjoyed every minute of the four years it took me to complete part time, I can honestly say it was more work than my Degree in law. Tha...
  • The joy of honest friends

    One of my dear friends recently came over with her husband from Canberra to stay with us. We have been friends since I worked there for three years, 20 years ago. I have only seen her husband on a few occasions as they met after I returned to Adelaide. She epitomises everything I value in a real fr...
  • The joy of a man recovered

    For the past few years I have provided work hardening placements to people recovering from a work injury. Some have had physical injuries and others psychological. All up I have had six different people in my team over time - some for a couple of months, others for up to a year. All of them have bee...
  • The joy of country hairdressers

    Yesterday I went to the hairdresser in Port Vincent to get my hair coloured. I did so because my usual hairdresser at home has closed her salon for a month while she has a baby. She works alone so there is no one else to take over while she is away. Whilst I hardly begrudge her the time off - perso...
  • The joy of reconnection

    On Tuesday we went to visit my uncle who lives not far from Port Vincent, where we are staying in our caravan. He lives in a country town with his partner of maybe 15 years. We all like her. She is a lovely woman. He became involved with her after he separated from my auntie - to whom he was married...
  • The joy of sea legs

    For the first few days of our stay at Port Vincent the friend I referred to in www.beatcancerwithjoy.com/discovering-moments-of-joy/ - the one who had also had breast cancer - has come here with her husband to spend some time with us. Not only did we want to enjoy some holiday time together, her hus...