Denyse Whelan Blogs 7 Days A Week in 2016.
A Letter From Rev. Long. 366/206. The past weeks have been fraught with hate, internet squabbles, potential & real world leadership changes, deaths of many innocent people, complaints, talk of banning people because of faith, race and so much ignorant talk….far too much. I have switched the news off a lot. I want to be […]
I.C.A.D. 2016 Is Almost Over! 366/205. And just like that, we are about to enter the final week of the 61 day art/creative challenge, Index-Card-A-Day (I.C.A.D.) for 2016. I wrote about it earlier this year. I have updated too since then. Now, I am sharing two collages of cards from I.C.A.D. It’s been fun and […]
Re-visiting Sunrise At Manly Beach. 366/204. Two years ago this week I went back to my ‘old home town’ Manly Beach, NSW Australia for a second winter’s morning sunrise. I must have been crazy…lol. I needed to drive way across Sydney to get there before sunrise at around 6.50 a.m. and it was ‘f for […]
Happy 50th Play School! 366/203. “there’s a ….. in there, and a …..as well, there are …….with …….and …….. to tell open wide come inside it’s ……… ……..” Could you fill in the missing words? Did you sing it too? It may be an ‘older’ version of what is sung now to open the wonderful show […]
What’s Your Name? 366/202. I believe some of our life experiences are affected by our names. I have alway had to spell my name to anyone. Since I could spell. That makes it about 60 years now. D E N Y S E Some people may think that others are saying their names incorrectly and […]
The Heart Sees What Is Invisible. 366/201. To be a teacher, for me, is a privilege. In recent years my career took me from schools to university where I was fortunate to be part of the teaching team for a subject called Inclusive Education in the Masters of Teaching at a university in Sydney. The […]
My Worst Habit. 366/200. So here we are at post 200 for 2016. Adding the 200 to the 365 of last year makes my blogging each day a challenge met for 565 days. Go me! I asked my husband about my worst habit. He looked askance (as husbands can) and said ‘how many?’ I took […]