8th May, 2022:
10 weeks ago, my remarkable Mum survived a ruptured aneurysm & brain haemorrhage. It’s a world changing phone call, that one. When all of a sudden, on a regular Monday morning - somewhere between coffee & Cocomelon - a phone call tectonically shifts your entire state of being and knowing. We are all hanging by a thread in this life, how easily we forget.

With miracles, science & the phenomenal team at Sydney’s RPA hospital, Mama is still here with us. Astounding us with her recovery after endless hours of emergency brain surgery + weeks in ICU & rehab. We are all still trying to comprehend and integrate the enormity of this experience, whilst savouring the sheer miracle that she has survived something not many do.

In those first few crucial days, when we didn’t know if she would survive it or how much of her would return, I was given a long taste of life without my Mama. It genuinely shifted my entire inner compass. It somehow changed everything I thought I knew. And the thought of explaining it to my Sadie was: unbearable. If anyone could possibly love my Mum more than I do - it’s Sadie.

So this Mother’s Day, I’m honouring the grief. I’m looking at you, my darlings, who are grieving their Mama’s today & every day. I see you. I honour you. The Mother Grief is a sacred and mighty portal. Whether for an instant or forever more: losing our Mothers changes us. It changes everything.

I’ve been given another chance to do Life with my Mama - and I’m taking it with true reverence, awe & gratitude. I’m reciting the old cliches with new depths of gratitude & meaning:
Life is short.
Family is precious.
Love works.