I am fascinated by the range of thoughts and feelings experienced during this period of ‘stay-at-home’ isolation, a consequence of the Covid-19 Pandemic. Most frequently we have reflected on how fortunate we are to be isolated on a five acre rural property, with a forest in which to wander and still be at home, enjoying … Continue reading Reflections during Covid-19 self-isolation: June 2020
Winter morning, early. To the east, the sun shines low through the forest transformed by last night’s rain droplets on leaves A thousand prisms glinting, sparkling, twinkling welcoming me Into this day
I love the music of Ralph Vaughan Williams, and have done so for most of my life. His music seems to resonate with what lies deeply within, almost as if I hear it in my bone marrow. His music seems to appear on occasions where I would not have expected it but find it has … Continue reading Vaughan Williams and Me
On the train home from a day with a dying mother; 26/04/2005 My mother lived in Sydney and at the time was emerging from a serious illness. Her doctors had told us she does not have long to go. April 2005 I am on the train, going home from a day with my dying mother, which … Continue reading Rose Petals, Music and Connectedness
January 2020: I am revisiting this piece from 2001 as a result of a whole new perspective given to these three Buddhas by the second of our three sons, who helped us choose items of significance or treasures to pack in our car, in readiness for evacuation should a bushfire threaten our property, a log … Continue reading A “Three Buddha Farewell” Revisited.
Thoughts arising as we pass through a Bushfire Emergency on the South Coast of NSW, January 2020: I see around me people who are overwhelmed and overwrought, dissipating their energy on things that are beyond their control, blaming others, generating anger which they spray on others, catastrophising and immobilising themselves and at times those around … Continue reading Advice to self: action I can take
Birthday Recollection I wrote this short piece on the birth anniversary of my mother, Betty Gorrie, June 26th 2018. She would have been 104.
EIGHT PIECES by Bill Pigott Written treasures or “pieces of eight” Wishing to Share Back in 1999, as I prepared to move from Nepal to Cambodia I wrote the following: “In that space between assignments, at rest, but awake and alive with thoughts memories and ideas, I found myself wanting to respond to the many … Continue reading EIGHT PIECES: Written treasures or “pieces of eight”
Seeds are sown and from their fields, the results are harvested. Like the lilies of the field, there are so many stories that can be gathered from a person’s life, especially when much of it has been in, as they call it, ‘the field’. When I worked with the World Health Organisation (WHO), as I … Continue reading Stories from “the field”: