

Gratitude on a Sunny Day
I'm grateful for the sun above I'm grateful for the things I love I'm grateful for the food I eat I'm grateful for the folks I meet I’m...


Mindfulness in the Time of Covid
Streaks of white smudge the blue sky Masked walkers smile with their eyes Bullfrogs croak their sad lament Air infused with bushland...


Thank you, dad
Dad worked in Personnel. He was fluent in English, Maltese, and Italian, enabling him to translate for the Lebanese and Italian factory...


Dilemmas of a Middle-aged madonna
Jessica Vale sat on the warm sand, staring at the pristine water of Trinity Beach. This had been her sanctuary—the most idyllic place in the world. Tears welled as she gazed at the waves caressing the shore. Their seductive rhythm beckoned. How soothing it would be to rest forever in their comforting embrace—free of the unbearable pain that pierced her heart. She flicked at the sand with her foot. Christ! When did my life become a Mills and Boon novel? Her mind drifted back


Love on a Faultline - review
BOOK REVIEW by Meredith Fuller Psychologist & Author, Life member, Australian Association of Psychological Type This book, by a member of AusAPT (Australian Association of Psychological Type) certainly contributes to our search for triumphant healing, and a retrospective understanding for those destructive relationships that can entrap us. In 80 pages, this is an accessible read as she explores why people stay in abusive relationships. Read more: https://tagg.com.au/love-o


Child Magical Chapter 1
BABES IN BROOKLYN Humble Beginnings ‘Quick Sis, quick! I need you to come with me.’ My hero was calling me through the open window....


Love on a Faultline - testimonials
'Cecile writes lucidly and succinctly, and her making sense of the material in terms of Jung and others is interesting and intriguing....


Tell Me on a Windy Day
Tell me on a windy day That you loved me, never So that it can blow away All the hurt, forever Cecile Ravell ©2019


Don't Think Badly of Him
He was a child when he marched into war To avenge a father he rarely saw It left him scarred, it left him numb No emotion but anger to...


The Drama of Dying
A cold shudder gripped my body as I read the label on my mother’s medication. ‘Dad, these are only pain killers. What’s going on? What...
























