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Sheelagh Wegman

Press Service International

Sheelagh Wegman is a freelance writer and editor. She is in the community of St David’s Cathedral in Hobart and lives in the foothills of kunanyi/Mt Wellington.

Sheelagh Wegman’s previous articles may be viewed at http://www.pressserviceinternational.org/sheelagh-wegman.html

  • The Blame Game

    It’s more than half gone, but 2020 feels like a year that might be best removed from the calendar. There’s echoes from the song in Jesus Christ Superstar: ‘Could we start again please?’

  • A letter to a reader in the future

    What would I say about the year 2020 in a letter to the future?

  • Wind!

    Bushland suburbs in the foothills of Mt Wellington are cleaning up after a near-cyclonic windstorm over several days last week. The sound of chainsaws and trucks with mulchers was heard everywhere during the calmer days of the weekend.

  • Pigeons

    Pigeons have made a home for themselves in our larger cities, a familiar sight as they strut about scrounging crumbs and food scraps. Their soft cooing sound is lovely to hear in the early morning and in the evenings as they gather together to roost.

  • Life and death

    We’re all now getting used to the daily reports and advice about COVID-19. Our lives are captive to a very, very tiny particle. We maintain our distance, isolate, stay at home and wash, wash, wash our hands. Oh, and we try not to touch our faces. Well, not too much.

  • ‘Time is out of joint’

  • Thoughts and prayers

    ‘My thoughts and prayers are with you.’

  • Stones that talk

    Mention the word ‘stone’ and what springs to mind? Something solid, hard, inert, permanent, cold, immovable? We might say someone is ‘stony faced’, or has a heart of stone. There may be a ‘stony silence’ in a room after a heated discussion. Painful stones can lodge in our kidneys and gallbladder!

  • Thanks for the ride

    This really happened a few years ago, as I was heading on a long drive on a winding country road. Something caught my eye as I drove down the steep hill.

  • Something special

    I like to cook. It gives me time to think, to consider and muse about ordinary, everyday things, like making a dessert.