I'm writing to you from my childhood home. The place in far north Queensland, on the outskirts of Townsville where I first walked, spoke my first words and ate my first piece of kangaroo poo. Yes, it's true and no, kangaroo poo is not a part of the NQ diet.
Tucked in under the doona of the queen bed that now fills most of my childhood bedroom come spare room, two shelves of stuffed toys watching over me, I reflect on the child I was growing up here.
I reflect on the quotation that I am of this place, my parents, their parents and the people who lived in this town, this country before me.
If you need a reason to write, let it be this;
TO KNOW AND UNDERSTAND YOURSELF MORE FULLY.
Learning as you write what it is you really THINK, FEEL, BELIEVE.
Inquiring as to where those beliefs come from and what they mean, how they facilitate what you are, who you are and how you live.
We are most certainly quotations of our ancestors -- have you ever taken the time to stop and reflect on what they have given you. Other than life. What beliefs? What ideals? What is yours and what are theirs?
Is it time to stop and reassess your values? What is yours and what was simply given to you without your attention?