I always knew I would write. I’ve known it for 20 years but never picked up a pen or typed on a keyboard in any committed way until recently.
It was social media that sparked me… or, more accurately, my noble adversaries…
Men and women expressing their point of view… their values and passions, began to rub up against me and aroused my own. I call it divine friction 🙂
I don’t think I ever got a chance to know myself when I was younger… I was too busy just managing to survive. It was through the journey of recovery from my youth, through twists and turns of my relentless search for peace and meaning that, in spite of my pain and anguish I began to appreciate the rich tapestry of soul and life.
I delved deeply into my inner world and explored the edges of life. A fringe dweller, I observed others at a distance, in relative isolation. I did not trust others much because I could often feel what they said and how they felt inside where often at odds. In pain and hyper-vigilant, I judged this harshly.
Over the years, with the gradual and painstaking removal of my defences, I’ve come to a profound fascination and compassion for human existence. I’ve realised that, as a consequence of my own journey, I have the opportunity to be a guide… by daring to reveal my own humanity, my visions and my knowingness and by speaking out loud.
I’ve come to see that every human being is a gift to the world. I believe in being the change and that being the change is easier said than done. I feel compelled to do whatever I can to midwife a new world where those gifts live out loud.
With So much Love,
Radiant Rebecca
The Sound of Her Voice 
Hello Rebecca, I am Kero’s oldest sister. He had two older sisters and one younger.
Your words are truly touching. I am sorry you never spoke. Regardless, you had a beautiful bond and experience.
I am sorry also for the pain and grief you are feeling – we are still reeling from his loss too.
The memorial you came across was organised by Chris’ best mate Robbie. Robbie also works at the Currumbin rsl – I’m sure you and he could have a great chat about Chris.
I am happy to talk more, or answer any questions you have.
Xxxxx deb
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I knew Kero for decades. The tribute you wrote was perfect, perfectly Kero. He used to have two small Blue Healers, one boy Arrow and one girl Bow. Bow died early but he had Arrow for years. Even though Arrow died some time ago it was always strange to me seeing him riding his bike without Arrow the dog with boundless energy running next to his master and best mate Kero.
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Thanks for sharing that Ben… do you know what happened to him?
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Yes. But first let me say your words struck a cord with me in the heaviest of ways. Asides from the fact that I knew Kero for maybe 30 years, as we got older we spoke less. I guess that’s because I started a family and have maybe been to Palmy pub once in the last 20 years. So I didn’t speak to him for so long but would (as you said) always see him riding the streets of Palmy.
The last time we spoke was also the first time we’d spoken for so so long and it was under the bridge, I was fishing with my son. We chatted for about half an hour or so then said our good byes “yeah mate catch ya soon good to see ya.” Was my last words to him. I saw him once more on his bike then what seamed like only a couple of weeks someone told me he had passed away from an aggressive kind of cancer. It hit me hard because he was a little older than me and when we were young before I had a car we would see each other all the time. On the streets, at some mutual friends place, at the pub everywhere. He was always polite to me, he was a man of few words but if you got on his wrong side, well I’ll just say that was a place that you never wanted to be.
That’s another part of what shocked me that he had passed away, he was as tough a bloke as I’ve ever known but you wouldn’t know that cause he was just a mellow guy. I guess cancer doesn’t care about any of that. Cancer didn’t care that my mum was the sweetest human I’ve ever known before or since her passing a few years back. Cancer doesn’t discriminate. I hate cancer as we all do, as we all have been affected by it in one way or another.
Thank you for your words, you have moved a lot of people who knew him. 🙏🏼
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Wow… right now my emotions feel to big for my body. Thanks for letting me know. Sorry for your losses (my mum passed from cancer too) 🙏🏼
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I love these two lines.
“Why do we always try to get blood from stones?
So we can keep bleeding?”
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My fave lines: “Yesterday, I met with a friend.
We were going to retrieve her wings.
But we had left them in a place we were not content to be.” ie. by passing, holier than thou, transcendent, disembodied…
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Im loving your writings and am reflecting through them…keep it up…your writing flows…xxxx
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Thanks Helen x
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