Stanley Bay and
I was born three months before the bombing of Pearl Harbour in Hawaii. I've been there and cried. I could still see the sunken ships. I was born in a farmhouse in a tiny town called Putaruru in New Zealand. It was a warm September night. Mum chose a homebirth but the doctor was half drunk, drove off the road and never arrived. Thank God for a marvelouis midwife, Nurse Hayman.
Our family of four lived in Stanley Bay for my young years. Right on the harbour's edge. Me and my brother loved it. Swimming, sailing, fishing from the wharf, catching the beautiful double-ender ferryboats to school.
When I turned 17 I went to the Seminary in Christchurch and for seven years trained to become a Catholic Priest.
As I grew up my enthusiasm for other people's detached dogma dwindled. In my view, the Church barely resembled the teachings of Jesus Christ.
In 1990 I felt so restricted I knew it was time for me to move on. My life exploded. Radio, Television, writing, creativity, Youth leadership training. Training Coporate leaders, Life Coaching and now a very happy retirement.
In my new way of life I've been looking for an outlet for my "song". Somewhere the God-given creativity in my soul could flow. I found one, it's called Fine Art America.
FAA is the world's largest online Art publisher. I love it, fulfilling my aspiration to upload at least one piece of art every week. Photos, digital designs, landscape montages, something inspirational and uplifting. Bless you for reading this.
My thoughts on MENTAL HEALTH
In the beginning...