• I never thought I’d be grieving a parent

    It’s been 18 months since my hard arse, strict and ever loving and supportive father was taken before his time and in that time I’ve had numerous people ask me how I am, how I’m coping and I’ve gone with the honest, sometimes hiding the real truth of an answer: I’m doing the best that I can. And it’s true. I am. There’s no manual about how to deal with the loss of a parent, there’s no concrete handbook on grief that is personalised for you to work through. There’s only life and it continues like nothing has changed. It’s really okay that there’s a hole in my life and…

  • Writing Wednesday

      It’s the month of loooove and today’s Writing Wednesday is all about the colour red. Your character wakes up in a bed of red satin with no memory of where they were before they fell asleep. Retrace their steps and tell their story. Send me your tries to dreaming@dreamingfullyawake.com for a chance to get free editing and a chance to be featured on Sharing Sunday.

  • What My Reading Binge Taught Me

    I learned something powerful in the midst of my dinner today, I’ve been on an emotional bender for the last few days, having severely brake downs and actually felt the true loss of my father. Bare with me here, I know I’ve covered this already a bit, but this feels different. For two months I smiled and almost slept through what happened. It was denial, pure and simply put, I mean I knew it had happened but I was refusing to believe it. Part of me still wants to believe it and I think that writing will bring him back, but if I could I would write a hundred million…

  • Sharing Sunday – Dad’s Eulogy

    I’m still waiting for a few people to send me their pieces but today for Sharing Sunday I’m sharing Dad’s Eulogy I read out at his wake. I don’t know how I managed to get through all of it without crying but I did it. Dad’s Eulogy George Panagiotis Kontos. It’s just a name, but the man behind the name is one that I’ve always struggled to put into words. He was kind, caring, loving, hilarious and a dork. Each and every one one of you here can attest to having shared a funny or dirty joke with him. He was the epitome of jokester. Most of all he was…

  • Following My Dreams

    I vowed to stop doing writing and reading when I eat, it’s not very beneficial to being present in a meal, but sometimes I get the most vivid of ideas when I’m sitting at the table eating and just thinking. So I had to get this down! I’ve learned a lot more lately. My short trip back home over the weekend was different. I ran away when I should have spoken up because I didn’t want to hurt the feelings of a loved one and it was easier to than snapping but I also learned something else, something that I probably should have confirmed. I’m allowed to do things for…

  • Embracing what you have

      Just as a side note, before I start today’s blog post, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve moved over to a new place. I’m now a dot com and I’ve got a new theme. I’m trying to figure out if I really like it, but so far it’s good. I also have a new email! It’s all so exciting. I’m embracing the new. Now onto today’s blog. My gorgeously strong Mum has joined me over here in Melbourne for a week with my brother for my on coming graduation and I learnt that embracing what you have is powerful, it’s unique and I should have done so when I was…

  • Sharing Sunday – Grief

      The next dreamer on the list is Jerrie. We share a mutual acquaintance in the form of retail jobs and had a swell time sitting next to each other in class (oops sorry to the lecturer who shall not be named but we were sort of mean). This next story is gorgeous. I remember reading it and workshopping it in class. I hope you love it just as much.   Grief I woke up that morning knowing exactly what I was going to do. In my imagination I could still see you there, feel the warmth of your body and the touch of your coarse skin, the stale feeling of…

  • Sharing Sunday – Nightfall

    My beautiful friend Av is my first victim  dreamer for my weekly Sharing Sunday segment and I have to say that I love her. She is such a beautiful and authentic soul that it’s hard not to smile around her pixie like self. Please make her feel welcome and enjoy what she has for us today, it’s truly sizzling. Nightfall by Avrille Bylok-Collard Are lovers meant to be like this? Figures that dance in clandestine shadows to dissolve in the morning light, like salt in a beaker or fluttering lenses in the night? There are many things I’d sacrifice to press my palms against yours in the full summer sun, caressing your…

  • Old Habits Never Die

        Look at this, two posts in one day. Bright-Eyed and Blog-Hearted has both inspired me and terrified me. I spent the good part of today being anxious as all fuck. Yeah swearing involved, sorry in advance. I was on Facebook, trying to get acquainted with the BH group and waiting for the first module to drop. It dropped at about 2:30 and as soon as I got the worksheets and listened to the audio, I crashed. I crashed so hard that I went and had a nap and then instead of coming back and really looking at the material I went on a cleaning binge. I do this…

  • Declaring My Dreams

    I had a great day yesterday. I got up, blogged, wrote, chatted, pulled an oracle card out (I lovelovelove  my mermaid deck) and meditated, all before I left to go to my retail job. It made working a literal breeze. It was probably one of the first times where I really sat back and saw that I could really achieve when I’m in the right state of mind. It was beautiful and I want to keep it but I want to leave my retail job. I really need to. By June or July I want to be done with this retail bull. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the people…