A few weeks ago, 200-odd people sang Donizetti's Requiem to an appreciative audience in the Wellington Salvation Army Citadel. And one of those 200 people was me. I love this annual workshop, organised by the Wellington Region of the New Zealand Choral Federation. Anyone can join in, anyone at all! On Friday night we start learning an interesting … Continue reading Singing through migraines
My friend and fellow New Zealand writer and role model Renee just did a rant and a rave on the theme of "Old is an all-purpose synonym for bad. Old people is an all-purpose synonym for 50 shades of bad." Renee regards herself as fairly old — stereotype her at your peril! I just had to share. It starts like … Continue reading A riff on “old people are…” by Renee
Here's a quote from one of my favourite blogs, A French Toolbox. I’ve been asked one day about my “goals in life“. I have been very disturbed by this question, which is so… all about efficiency. I couldn’t think of a goal, even one. I feel like Cioran, in shock and in anger, after being asked … Continue reading Horrible question: What is your goal in life?
On my blog Poems In The Wild, I will be posting poems about the dying and death of a dear brother-in-law, some years ago, starting tomorrow. When I wrote them, the process was cathartic and the writing helped me to process and learn from the experience. Writing the poems made me feel close again to my … Continue reading The healing power of writing: poems about dying wisely
I hate the way I (and maybe you) assume that if you're over 70 (or maybe 50) every tiny temporary slip of the memory is due to incipient dementia and old age. Senior moment? Never say it, write it or think it. Forgot why you went into the kitchen? That's just your lovely brain doing the right thing, … Continue reading Not a senior moment