“A good cook should be able to use whatever ingredients are to hand and make a feast fit for a king.” That was my sister Doris's motto, acquired by her stint as a Defence Force Cook. Doris had undertaken to teach me how to cook.  Teaching me to cook left her frustrated and me feeling like an Emu trying to be a swan.

A family of four, Dad, son, Mum and daughter, strode along the jetty into the setting sun. There was a purpose in their stride and the set of their shoulders. Father and son marched ahead, while mother and daughter brought up the rear. All were laden with crab-nets, fishing rods, buckets of food, bait and bags.

A reflection on mosaic art, broken pieces, and how God’s love restores what feels rejected, inspired by creativity, faith, and a life of service.