Thoughts, comments, ideas and pause for thought from members of our school and extended community.
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I’ve recently contacted a few old friends to find out how they are, and to catch up on some news. I’ve not seen some of them in a number of years, and much has taken place during that time for each of us. What struck me though, is that all of us remarked on how busy life has become, and how little time there appears to be for meaningful rest.
There is something quite magical about laughter.
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There are days that are sent to test us. We’ve all experienced them. The series of unfortunate events begins to unfold early – usually a coffee spill on a crisp white shirt, or toothpaste on your tie. You then leave your phone on the kitchen counter, and only realise this when you are too far down the road to turn back… And then THAT e-mail… It sends you over the edge and sets in motion the perfect storm to throw the whole day off course.
The first book I can remember being read to me is Peter and Wendy, and it sparked in me a love of reading that has lasted a lifetime. I was obsessed with the story of Peter Pan and his band of Lost Boys, and to my absolute delight, my parents took me to see the play when I was about five years old. I can remember every detail of that performance, and I still take great delight in watching the play whenever it pops up locally.
