Stormy weather

Me and my mantra, together tackling a truly shitty week.

It was the worst week to be enrolled in a four-night meditation course – or, perhaps it was the best.

My widowed, isolated 88-year-old mother is 1000 kilometres away in Queensland in her rickety old house on a hill by the sea, Alfred bearing down on her with his cyclonic rage. I leave it too late to get on a plane to fly north to be with her. Argument af…