Articles by Tim Guthrie

Teacher Teacher – Part 3

This post will conclude my three-part Teacher Teacher series of posts and I think this post is actually relevant to us all, but particularly to those who have considerable input into the development of our children in the formative years. Just to recap… Part One…


Teacher Teacher – Part 2

  In ‘Teacher Teacher – Part 1’ I posed the question, what nourishes you and makes you feel clear and confident? I then asked could you keep making these things a part of your life when you need them most? That is when you are…


Teacher Teacher – Part 1

My most recent presentation to adults in a school was a combination of philosophy, meditation and movement delivered to about 40 teachers in the Holy Spirit Primary School in Canberra, where I currently live. At present, schoolteachers here are on holidays – hopefully having one…


Parlez-moi D’amour!

Parlez-moi D’amour! Is a beautiful song written by Jean Lenoir in 1930 and made famous by Lucienne Boyer. Translation? Tell me about love. Or as the English version of the song suggests, speak to me of love. Now this post is not about the same-sex…


Apology

Last Thursday night I had the pleasure of watching an Erin Molan interview with the family of Stuart Kelly, the younger brother of one punch victim, Tom Kelly. Stuart committed suicide last year after incessant bullying, which resulted from his very public efforts to have…


What do you Fight For?

What do you fight For? Or perhaps, if this feels more suitable and relevant to you, what do you fight against? How the question is phrased is not worth debating because it’s what lies at the heart of the question that is important – to…


Happy Birthday Tim!

Yesterday was my birthday. And I had drafted this blog up yesterday morning but didn’t quite get back to it until a friend asked what I am going to give myself for my birthday. I wrote back that I had already addressed that question with…


Into the Darkness

This is the darkness. And for many it is real. Darkness can be the home of fear, ‘stuckness’, trauma and shame. Until you have taken a seat, frozen and scared in a dark, dark world you mightn’t understand. You are rendered immobile, even when every…


Have you ever explored your identity to the point where everything you believed you were, and everything you believed you thought defined you, was dismantled and destroyed, piece-by-piece? Sometimes the destruction may have been by your own hand and at others at the hand of…


In Honour of the ANZACS

The image above is of just a few of the war comics my older brother and I collected as small boys. We collected hundreds. Why war comics? Well, yesterday, in Australia and New Zealand, we celebrated ANZAC Day. It is a commemorative day where we…