© 2015 Lynsey


Someone to love, somewhere to live, somewhere to work and something to hope for.” ― Norman Kirk, “The town that’s used to being disappointed”.

A dark start to the other shortest day of the year. All over Wellington workers are strapping themselves in to their winter gear and heading off into a storm clouded week. Standing miserably waiting for a bus, puffing off on a bicycle, or maybe singing to the radio in the car; we’re all trying to manage our thoughts and fears, our innermost needs and desires.

I’m walking down to catch my ride and I’m thinking about friends and family – some are in colder, wetter places, others are in warmer places. I could do with some warmth.

We’re all moving all of the time. Circles of influence, rotating orbits, intersecting communications, all together and always alone, painfully alone. Even when we reach out to others we are alone.

It’s ok.

Reach out anyway.


23. Every day retain your personal power. It belongs to you. No one else.
27. Every day pain is a sign of growing.
37. Every day fight for what’s worth fighting for. Pick your battles.

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