All posts tagged: soul

“Eyes are a Window to the Soul,” they say. But Windows Break…

Playing voyeur to the mess of a flesh wound does not sit comfortably with me. I know my limits. Which is why, when hubby asked, “Wanna look at the photo?”… I declined. As first aid go-to at his workplace – a primary school – he sees the odd broken bone or gravel rash. No sweat. But I could see that the grisly injury sustained on a schoolboy’s leg – resulting in a trip to the hospital and many stitches – rattled him more than most. I listened as he explained the wound to a nurse friend. Stirred my tea. Tried not to put pictures to the words: skin, fat, muscle, blood, stitches, pain. “Are you sure you don’t want to see it?” he looked up at my – surely blanched – face. “No.” Thin smile. “Thanks.” My eyes are sensitive to the sun’s glare. Someone once told me it’s because they are light blue – an eye colour native to places that have less hours of sunlight in a typical day. Maybe there’s truth in it. I think …

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 …