All posts tagged: C.S. Lewis

This Undulating Life

She totters on pink legs, her skirt flouncing with each unsteady step. One. Two. Three. Four. Four steps and she plonks her nappy-cushioned bottom onto the floor, lifting her eyes to us for appraisal. Her face is alight with a sparkly mixture of glee and pride. We go wild. Yay! Woohoo! Well done sweetheart! You did it! Hurray! We dance and lift her up and spin her around and sing her name for this new milestone she has made. Over the next week she builds confidence and momentum, taking more steps, balancing for longer, turning corners and gaining speed. Fun and fear have muddled as I’ve watched her navigate table corners and dodge Matchbox cars left strewn on the floor by big brother. This, right now, is such a privileged space to occupy – so privileged that I’m almost afraid to move, to breathe. It’s like I’ve been asked to deliver a precarious tray of Wedgwood crystal champagne flutes from point A to point B, while walking a tightrope, blindfolded, in stiletto heels, with Metallica playing …

Wrong Way, Turn Back (Yes YOU Tassie, on all things Abortion)

The weather on Thursday suited the gloomy forecast from parliament as the Legislative Council passed the Reproductive Health (Access to Terminations) Bill, further opening up access to abortion in Tasmania.  It only needs the tick from the lower house now. A sad day for the unborn. I wonder if it was sunny in Sydney, because up there, ‘Zoe’s Law’ convincingly passed the lower house, 63 votes to 26.  You might recall the case of pregnant woman Brodie Donegan whose 36-week-old unborn child died when she was hit by a car.  This bill for the first time recognises the crime of grievous bodily harm against an unborn child. Such disparate results for life within the womb. What do you do when something you know to be intrinsically wrong, is upheld in law?  Passionate and convicted people have worked tirelessly to lobby politicians since Tasmania’s ‘Reproductive Health’ bill was introduced earlier this year.  Was all their breath and ink a waste? I don’t think so. We’ve had lively debate in the media, which in turn has ignited …

If “God has Planted Eternity in Men’s Hearts and Minds”… Where’s Home?

Moving house is an upheaval that most of us have the smarts to do just twice or thrice in a lifetime.  The impost of upending your life’s accumulation into cardboard boxes is unmentionable, albeit cathartic. I’m an ‘If-it-hasn’t-been-used-in-the-last-12-months-get-rid-of-it’ girl.  This invariably causes friction with my ‘I-better-hold-onto-this-in-case-I-need-it-next-decade’ husband. We managed.  We wrapped it all in newsprint, packed it in boxes, stacked it in a truck and shifted it to a neighbouring suburb within a few days, thank you very much.  I may have taken a few stealthy armloads to the wheelie bin when hubby wasn’t looking… During this madness there were a few moments when I had headspace to look around and mourn what we were unlatching ourselves from.  A red front door.  A sun-drenched window seat.  A magnolia tree.  A gate to the best neighbours in the world.  A doorjamb marked with our son’s height at birth, one, two.  A doorbell that can be heard four doors down.  I allowed a self-indulgent tear to be shed over the place we had called home for the …

Putting Love in the Headlines

A guy I know asked me to write about love. I don’t usually take requests and, up to this point, if someone has asked me to consider writing about something, it’s been to promote an event or illuminate a cause. Not that there’s anything wrong with events and causes – it’s just that I’m familiar with requests tied to agendas. So I was a bit surprised when this friend asked me to write about love. In the midst of his life story that had only recently taken a sad and cruel twist, he wanted to hear about love. When bitterness and anger could have ruled his thoughts, he was talking about love. He wanted to read about love in the context of a newspaper where all of love’s foes tend to play the lead characters: war, racism, violence, relationship breakdown, intolerance and hate. Love was what he wanted to hear. Who could turn down such a request? I wish love made headlines more often too. Not love in a needy, sexual or even romantic way. Just …