The Afterword

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  • A Job for One Day, A Longing for More

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    There’s something meaningful about watching an animal return to the wild. After weeks or months of care—feeding, tending injuries, creating safe spaces—it comes down to a simple moment: a gate opens, and the animal walks or hops or flies back into the world. I’d like to be there for that. For a day. Maybe more.…

  • You Shape the World with What You Wear

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    Most of us want to do the right thing.We want to make good choices—not just for ourselves, but for others, too.But the world of ethical shopping can feel overwhelming.Too many labels, too much spin, not enough clarity.Where do you even start? The Ethical Fashion Report, published by Baptist World Aid, is a good place.It doesn’t…

  • Those Who Speak into Your Life

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    It’s hard to know where to begin. Influence isn’t always loud or immediate. Sometimes it’s a quiet thread that weaves through years of life, shaping convictions, opening possibilities, naming things we already knew but couldn’t yet articulate. For me, a few people stand out—some well-known, others known mostly to me. Parker Palmer is one of…

  • Make Australia Nate Again

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    A nod to the local bloke who ran for a seat that doesn’t exist Nate Newell, local mechanic and owner of Star Garage, made headlines this week—not for a scandal, not for a policy gaffe, but for throwing his hat in the ring for a federal seat that technically doesn’t exist. That seat? Mona Vale…

  • Who We Are When We Choose

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    I always vote in elections.Even if it weren’t compulsory, which it is in Australia,I would still show up.Not because I think my single vote will tip the scales,but because voting is part of the story I want to tellabout who we are and who we might yet become. I don’t vote to protect my own…

  • Something to Do, Someone to Love, Something to Look Forward To

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    Purpose is the why behind what we do—our deeper motivation. Direction is the how—the path we take to express that purpose in action. Without purpose, our steps may be aimless. Without direction, even purposeful intent can wander. Together, they form a compass and a road. For me, direction in life flows from a conviction that…

  • Progress, Not Perfection

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    There’s a kind of beauty in things that move before they’re perfect. A team that starts before the plan is polished.An idea scribbled on a napkin that becomes a way forward.A voice that speaks up, even if the words aren’t quite right. “Progress, not perfection” isn’t a dismissal of excellence —it’s a refusal to let…

  • Antarctica: Our Greatest Expedition

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    Our favourite holiday wasn’t a holiday at all. It was an expedition.In February this year, after sixteen years of planning, we spent two unforgettable weeks in Antarctica. The distinction matters: a holiday is predictable, comfortable, designed for relaxation.An expedition is something else entirely — about discovery, challenge, and growth. It stretches you, surprises you, and…

  • Back to Basics

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    Camping brings life back to basics.It’s not just sleeping in a tent or cooking outside. It’s learning to live simply, move flexibly, and enjoy whatever comes. Camping teaches you to enjoy the unexpected.Like when we pulled into a caravan park at Mon Repos in Queensland without a plan, only to find ourselves next to a…

  • The Slow Productivity of the Morning

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    There is a kind of productivity that moves fast —urgent, noisy, tangled in a web of demands.And then there is another kind:the slow, deep work of becoming.I find it most clearly in the morning. The house is still.The animals are fed.The world has not yet begun to press its needs against me.In those early hours,…

  • Catch This

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    Catch this:language was never meant to be a locked box. 🔒📦It was a river 🌊 — a storm ⚡ — a thousand hands throwing shapes in the air. 🖐️✨ What if it still is? Before the pen ✒️,before the printing press 🖨️,before the blinking cursor ➡️⌨️,there was breath. 🌬️There was dance. 💃🏽🕺🏽There was a scratch…

  • What I Can’t Stop Writing About

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    So here we are: blogging about my blog. A reflection on the reflections. I know—it’s a bit meta. But I think there’s something fitting about pausing to ask, What am I really talking about, underneath all this talking? Because the truth is, I like to write. And in all these stories and afterthoughts, there are…

  • Who will you be? How will you live?

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    What do you want to be when you grow up? It’s a question I’ve heard all my life — first directed at me, then at the next generation. It usually expects a job title, something neat and impressive. But what if the better question is: Who will you be? How will you live? That question…

  • Not Too Late

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    Sometimes, people confuse caution with fear. They mistake deliberation for delay, and they brand those who think deeply as those who move too slowly. I’ve heard the criticisms before—some thrown at public figures, others thrown at me. But I have learned to wear patience not as a weakness, but as armour. For when the time…

  • The Weight of Staying Silent

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    I’ve built much of my life on being reliable. Loyal. Dutiful. Self-sacrificing. These are strengths I’ve cultivated with care—virtues I’ve leaned on to be the kind of person others can count on. I take my responsibilities seriously. I honour commitments. I do what’s asked of me. And I like the respect that comes with that.…

  • On What Makes Me Nervous

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    It’s not fear that shaped me, not really, not in the way some people mean it. I was never afraid of change, not even as a kid, though I didn’t chase it either. I’ve stayed where things mattered. By the time I’m done, I’ll have worked in four places over forty years, and that sounds…

  • Unwinding

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    I’m not sure I do this very well.Even the question—how do you unwind?—makes me pause. It doesn’t trigger a confident answer, but a kind of internal audit. I don’t have a ritual for it, not really. Not in the conventional sense. Unwinding, for me, is functional. It isn’t about indulgence; it’s about rhythm. I’ve learned…

  • Closer Than You Knew

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    People have always told stories—about gods who died,about love that survives death,about light returning after darkness. Before theology,before churches,there were questionsand songsand open hands. We reached outbecause something in usknew there was more. Some saythese old storieswere just wrong turns—ways of avoiding God. But I thinkthey were honest guesses,not perfect,but not pointless. They came from…

  • Two Deaths, One Cross

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    There are two ways to tell the story—two levels on which death can be thought. One is sweat and struggle,politics and betrayal,the kind of death you can reconstructwith names and timelines,a corrupt priesthood guarding its place,a Roman governor playing at peacewhile fearing a riot.Crowds sway like reeds in a storm.This is the deaththat history books…

  • Feels Like Belonging

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    The parking lot was packedand I don’t even know whybut I just pulled inon a Wednesday night in Lent.The room is quiet.A few candles,three readings from Isaiah,the faint scent of old wood and ash. A woman two rows ahead is crying—not loudly,just the kind of cryingthat keeps goingbecause no one stops it. The minister says,you…