There’s Methodism in my madness

Photo by Barbie Robinson from her beautiful new book of poetry 'That Looks on Tempests'
Photo by Barbie Robinson from her beautiful new book of poetry ‘That Looks on Tempests’

In a comment on my last post, my dear friend and author of the incredible As the Lonely Fly, Sara Dowse, exhorted me to ‘forget the Methodist upbringing’ and rest big. That reference to my distinctly Protestant Christian childhood hit me like a B-Line bus barrelling down Pittwater Road. I’ve never considered myself a blamer but if I had to point the finger at the root cause of my own personal work addiction madness, I’d blame the Methos and the Scots. Allow me to explain.

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