THIS April marks four years since I signed up as a member at the YMCA. My partner Pauline had been going to the gym for several months, getting fit to qualify for future employment options. I had noticed positive changes in a variety of her health and wellbeing indicators, and was forced to have an honest talk to myself about my own.
ON NEW Year’s Day I got up and did what any perfectly normal person would do on the first day of the year: I cleaned out the s-bend of our en-suite sink.
WHEN I first met my partner Pauline, she used to make some comments that didn’t make any sense to me, yet she seemed to find them wildly amusing, or think they were wittily apt for the current conversation. The comments usually sounded like quotes from somewhere, but although I fancied myself as a well-read and well-travelled person, none of them rang any bells.
ONE of the few advantages of having a 39-minute drive to work is listening to the radio on the way. I listen to a wide variety of programs; some talk, mostly music, but this morning I tuned into Exploring Music, a program on 3MBS fine music station. This program is produced in New York and I assume arrives here via podcast or similar technological marvel. The presenter introduces a composer or style of music and plays selected pieces to illustrate.
Having been an E grade science student at secondary school, I was alarmed to discover that I had to pass a chemistry bridging course before I could begin my naturopathy studies.
KILCUNDA, March 2013. I’m at the annual Keeping Kids on Track fun run, organised by the Bass Coast triathlon club. I’m helping my friend Felicia run a stall to raise money to rebuild a school in Kongor, South Sudan. My partner Pauline is in the 10-kilometre run so I’m cheering her on too.
Miriam Strickland, a qualified naturopath who has also worked in health food retail,