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Day 4

In the novel THE PEBBLE we find a girl caught in the headlights of life, desperately trying to figure out the shapes before her that form her identity. When a charming stranger unfurls his wings in a hotel room and opens her eyes to a whole new world Alex takes the invite willingly. Why wouldn’t she? 

Simply put, in the greatest of life’s storms anything can look like a lifeboat. Sometimes they are simply boats heading in the wrong direction. If you are unsure of the journey you are on it may take a severe event to show you that what you thought was a lifeboat is bringing you to the wrong shore.

So what is the lesson of Day 4? It is this, that even if you are left with a piece of wreckage to  hang onto and float for a while, then once the current is still taking you to your destination just hang on and watch the direction any potential lifeboats are moving in.

Until Day 5…. ponder your life, ask what your greatest desire is and wonder if you have taken a larger ship to a wrong shore when you should have clung onto a splinter of wood and continued on to your destiny. If that is you today, well jump ship and start getting back on your journey!



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Searching For Identity- Day Two.

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Choose Your Counsel Well....

Many a battle has been won in the mind of great Generals. Although many have then been lost in the tents of his officers. Choose your company well, select the ear you divulge your plans and dreams to VERY CAREFULLY……..

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“Oh, I don’t know Angie,” Rick muttered, slipping her arm off his shoulder with a serpent slick dodge. “I don’t even know the guy. Besides, weddings are a family thing. I will feel out of place.”

Grapping his hand, Angie persisted. “You will love it, and it will do you the power of good. So relax, you will get on great with everyone.” Flirtatious peck on the cheek, and a girlie melt smile later, Angie added. “And anyway, I want to show my catch off!”

Rick was weakening. Velvet lips have that effect on most guys, and these were lipstick coated and bearing whispers and a sure fire winner over Rick’s stubbornness. “Ok, I will meet you at the back of the church”, he replied, flicking his finger at the card twirling between Angie’s salon perfect nails. “You sure he won’t mind?”

Angie giggled, planted a smack on Rick’s lips and thrust the invitation, yellow card and calligraphy writing, into his face. “Sure your name is on the invitation, see!”

“My name?” Rick replied, grabbing at the card in Angie’s hand. So sudden she inspected any potential nail damage. Relieved at the lack of scuffed varnish, she blew air and then scowled at Rick. He gave her a sheepish look and continued. “Let me see. Pretty please.”

“Here, take it easy!”

Reading the card as he took it from Angie, Rick gave an impression of licking his lips with a slice of a grin, mumbling. “So it does, how strange. Hey, the church name is smudged though. Where is it?”

Angie had skipped off ahead of Rick, her floral dress twirling as she looped around dandelions and daisies on the ground, calling back. “Yeah, the name is not so important! 7pm!” Then stalling, tipping her nail on her lip and smirking, added. “Anyway, you won’t miss it. It will be the one with the wedding and loads of people at it. I will be at the back of the church. See you then!”

And that was that, Rick was going and two days later he stood outside a towering grey-bricked building, all suited and booted and then…froze. The noise was deafening and to someone from his family background, unmistakeable.


Through the waves of feathered heads and groomed crew cuts, Rick spotted Angie, and signalled he was heading outside. Quickly she parted the hustle of a crowd and emerged in the tarmac courtyard.

“Why did you leave?” Angie asked, tearing at Rick’s sleeve, twirling him around. “What’s up?”

“Seriously, are you kidding?” Rick replied, rolling his arm toward the bursting at the seams church. “Did you see them; they are tearing each other apart.  Comments so cutting, never mind the shoving for position.”

Dismissive and snorting a forced laugh, Angie grabbed Rick’s clammy temples and looked into his eyes. “Is that all? Honey, we are family, we always fight!”

“Well if you do that to family, what would you do to me, a stranger?” Rick answered, stabbing himself in the chest with Angie’s hand that had wrapped around his fingers as he pulled her from her soft vice grip of his forehead. “I think I will pass!”

“Suit yourself!” Angie stomped and screamed in sync. “Your problem is you can’t just accept things you can’t change. You can’t handle order and authority!”

His jacket tails flapping in the wind, Rick twirled and laughed. “That’s order and authority?” then adding, “if so, keep it!”

Rhyming off an impressive gathering of expletives and accusations Rick stormed down the High St, lost in his annoyance for even showing up, he should have known better. Then suddenly, the calling of his name behind him took him out of his internal rant.

“Rick, hold on!”

“Sorry” Rick replied as he turned around to see a breathless, red-faced guy, clobbered in a pin stripe morning suit chasing after him.

“Man, you walk fast, I kept calling but I could hardly catch up or get your attention. Where are you heading?

“I don’t know, why?” Rick snapped. “And you are?” His abrupt manner made him blush, so Rick adjusted his question. “Sorry, I mean I didn’t get your name.”

“That’s’ cool. I am Joshua, the groom from the wedding. You mind if I tag along to wherever…?”

“No, but should you not be back at the wedding?”

“Them?” Joshua answered, wrapping an arm around Rick’s shoulder. “They won’t even know I am gone! So where we off to?”

Shaking his head, Rick answered. “To my mate’s place. He runs a restaurant in town, Masks, you know it?”

“Heard of it, yeah” Joshua said. “Sounds good to me.”

“Ok then” Rick replied, throwing a curious glance at his companion. “Strange you left your own wedding though man, I mean Joshua.”

Silence in reply, just a look that would cut glass.

“Well, I have to warn you there is no bar. They ran out of stock, so just juice and water I am afraid.” Rick warned through a choked laugh.

“Really?” Joshua asked as his voice pitched excited. “It is years since I done this, but come on..”

“Done what?”

Joshua raced ahead, jumping and twirling like a kid at a sweetshop and overdosed on sugar. “I have something to show you….just water you say?”


Tugging on his mouse thin goatee, Joshua whispered into Rick’s ear as he headed straight toward the door of Masks. “Interesting.”


Hours must have passed, in what seemed like minutes. Everyone laughing, drinks and chat flowing, and the crowd circling the suited, and looking completely out of place, stranger.

From the corner of the room, Rick saw Joshua was getting ear bashed by Vicky. Two abortions and three failed marriages had turned her into the party nightmare; the amateur psychologist had even learned, the hard way, to avoid her. Rick watched as Joshua did not get to release one word, not one in the five minutes or more he watched him.

“Joshua!” Rick called out, beckoning him over. “Sorry about that” he apologised, as Joshua came over.

Oh Vicky,” Joshua replied. “She is fine.”

Rick laughed. “You never got a word in!”

“Never needed to Rick,” Joshua added, heading off to get some air. “I’m about answers, not circumstance. She knew what she wanted; she did not need me to tell her!”

Joshua was gone only ten minutes tops, when Rick came looking for him. Finding him sitting on his mobile phone out in the terrace.

“You coming back inside?” Rick asked, tipping Joshua on the shoulder. “Everyone is asking about you.”

Waving a finger in the air, Joshua finished his phone call and put away his mobile. “Sorry, it was my dad!”

“Bet he is looking for you at the wedding party, huh?”

Joshua laughed a tickle of a laugh, a chuckle with a hint of pain. “No, they are in full flow. Smoked salmon, silver service and best china, not to mention the best music. They don’t even know I’m gone!”

“But Angie, she invited me. I feel terrible and…..”

Joshua touched his finger on Rick’s lips, a masculine push to silence his words. “I invited you, wrote the invite. Angie just delivered it. There is a huge difference. And besides,” pausing and pulling Rick’s mobile phone out of Rick’s hand as he lit his cigarette. “I am sure you have some more friends on this you can ask down here. I can conjure up a feast out of nearly nothing, you know. Just give them a call!”

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The third commandment of staying married….

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A mile in her shoes..

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Reconciliation… Finding the common ground!.

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