Char Weeks
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Australian management coach and non fiction writer poised on the springboard of new writing experiences. Puppy lover.
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My Fur Baby Has Left and I am Still Crying a Thousand Tears
Goliath, my “Choochy” pooch and the love of my life, came home today. There was no stopping the delta of tears that wound their way down my wrinkling face as I opened the royal blue satin bag that he arrived in. Inside sat a silver cannister, smaller than a can of premium dog food, that holds the remains of my beloved moodle. He came with a certificate that offered comfort that he was “individually cremated”. I wondered about that. It would not have been the same if he had been group cremated and then returned to me with two parts cocker spaniel, one-part rottweiler and a whiff of grey hound.
By Char Weeks4 years ago in Petlife
Sometimes Breaking Up Is Hard to Do
Rarely do we consider that emotions could take us over when we leave a job. Often times, people, even those stalwarts with the stiffest upper lip, can be blindsided by a watershed of emotions they never knew existed when they are leaving a job. Take Gwyneth for example…
By Char Weeks5 years ago in Journal
Hands, Heels, Hope and A Little Black Book
Olivia warmed herself in the orangish fanfare of an Australian dawn as it pushed the night sky out from across Port Phillip Bay. Tiny waves quietly kissed the sand, pirouetted, and retreated with the outgoing tide. Olivia flipped a stray curl off her shoulders and pulled a mandala patterned beach towel tight around her shoulders. The bare backs of her thighs sunk into the cool moistness of the sand as she inhaled the serenity generously offered by calm waters of the bay. All too soon, her peace would be shattered by tribes of cabana pitching beach goers with their squealing children and hoons on jet skis racing and churning the water. But for now, the beach and the bay were hers, and hers alone.
By Char Weeks5 years ago in Humans
