This is a strange old season I am currently experiencing. For a couple of months in Edinburgh it felt as though I was drifting, without direction or purpose. For the past couple of weeks in Adelaide it feels as though I have been hiding, overwhelmed by the gratitude of many friends for having me back in Adelaide.
I am super grateful for the many friends who want to spend time with me – what a gift it is to be so loved – but I find I have not the capacity for more than a very limited number of close confidants in this short season in Adelaide.
I’ve not even made it to church yet, so daunting is the prospect of all the well wishing people wanting to connect with me. That feels ridiculously ungrateful of me, for the love and support of this community of faith carried me through the three years in Edinburgh.
But I am trying to be kind to myself, not only in taking the time and space I need, but in not feeling guilty for doing so. I’ve battle…
Sam Johnson, Australian actor, has been in my mind these past few weeks. Sam and his sister Connie are living their story of Connie's experience of cancer very publicly, through their campaign to raise money for cancer treatment, cure, eradication if they can. Love your Sister has captured imaginations with Sam's unicycling around Australia and his recent Swear Jars. They've written a book together, and are invited to speak in many different places. I follow their efforts through Facebook. Recently, Sam posted on their Facebook page that he had broken down in tears when speaking; it seem that Connie had been posting photos from hospital a bit more lately, too.
I didn't know how to write a poem that didn't sound twee. Until I was falling asleep the other night and the words began to take shape.
This is it.
Written for an actor whose work I love, and his sister, inspired by their love and defiance.
There's an anniversary around now of the death of a friend of …