04/02/2026
Grab a drink... this is a long read if you care to stay for a moment.
While I was away with my wonderful hubby Vincent, last month working the Tamworth Country Music Readers Expo we stayed at the most incredible retreat at space, Art Shack, in the Wallabadah district.
Tania & Rodney have created so many wonderful spaces for visitors to stay at and explore on their stunning Upper Hunter property.
Our time with them over 14 days have left an imprint on my heart in more ways than one.
Below are two images are of objects that connect me with not only my childhood but my Dad.
He and my mum owned and operated T.H & B.N Evans Pty Ltd in Scone selling & repairing Land Rover 4x4s, Rover cars and all the spare parts needed for warranty jobs or vehicle maintenance. After they sold that and adjoining land he bought a yacht called Peter Robyn. On this yacht my Dad had a ships bell, almost exactly like the one in the picture.
So here I am... back in the Valley where my story began with two reminders of my Dad, my Mum, the early years in Scone, and then the sea change when we moved to LTP.
These were such beautiful reminders of times past.
Later that night saw a post... that has copied, pasted and shared to the echo chamber of social media. A passage from another author that explains Grief 😔
These are their words...
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Grief is like glitter.
In the beginning, it’s everywhere.. on your hands, in your hair, scattered across every corner of your life. You try to clean it up, to restore some sense of order. And for a while, it seems like you’ve succeeded.
But then, one day, you move a sofa or open a forgotten drawer, and there it is again.
A tiny sparkle that catches the light and reminds you of what you lost.
It doesn’t go away completely.
It settles, becomes quieter, less overwhelming.
You learn to live with it, to carry it gently.
And years later, when you find a bit of that glitter tucked behind a shelf, you might smile. Maybe even laugh. Because it reminds you of love, of connection, of someone who mattered deeply.
Eventually, something will catch your eye.. a photo, a favorite song, a familiar scent, and instead of pain, you’ll feel warmth. That’s the quiet truth about grief.
It stays with you, but it changes. It becomes a part of your story, a soft echo of the love that never really left.
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I feel am so grateful that my soul chose to live the life of a psychic medium. To be a speaker for spirit with the ability to share messages of love, guidance and comfort, validating life after death.
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Keep your eyes open for the new multi author book I've been working on with Sarah Jayd
