Illness Narratives

Fist Published Posted on February 19, 2014 by marydenese Again an  overcast morning and the promise of some significant falls of rain, eagerly looked for after weeks and weeks of heat, drying winds, dying grasses and plants and rapidly shrinking dams. I was, yet again, out walking the dog (or was the dog walking me?) in… Continue reading Let me keep you to myself

First Published: Posted on February 17, 2014 by marydenese I was walking the dog early this morning and the sky was overcast and grey. I became aware that there were no shadows, given that over the last few weeks of very hot weather the sky has been a blindingly, blisteringly unrelieved blue, and the shadows have… Continue reading Shadows… Absent but implicit

First Published Posted on February 15, 2014 by marydenese My friend Helen and I try to catch up at least once a week. The conversation, which is usually held on the verandah if the weather is kind,  is rich, fast and often very complex. We have so much to talk and wonder about that we now… Continue reading Joining the dots…

First Published: Posted on February 11, 2014 by marydenese The place of telling stories of illness has a long history in Western medicine. I will explore this history in some detail in a soon to follow post, as will I brush over the concept of what constitutes ‘a narrative’  however today I want to write… Continue reading In the beginning

First Published: Posted on October 12, 2013 Hmmmmmm… blank pages, they are always somewhat unnerving of me. I have a friend who claims he has ‘one bead’ in him. This comment came about after a conversation on glass blowing, previous lives, creativity and what else might be possible in ways of being in the world. He… Continue reading Shards and Fragments