The Life of Brian was on TV tonight. If I bothered to look it is probably true a Monty Python classic is on TV most weekends but this seemed strangely poetic and appropriate. This morning at Birkdale I attended the funeral of a bloke called Brian. He was the father of a dear friend, a husband and grandfather. He was a Brisbane community theatre stalwart, an actor, director, educator and mentor. It was a very beautiful service and afterwards I felt the need for quiet reflection. As is my way I went to Wellington Point to see the water and watch the birds. I watched the welcome swallows as the swooped and soared. They were so pretty and graceful. It seemed fitting and right.
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