Sheelagh Wegman

Press Service International

Sheelagh Wegman, BA, IPEd Accredited Editor is a freelance writer and editor. She is part of the community of St David’s Cathedral in Hobart and lives in the foothills of kunanyi/Mt Wellington.

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  • Two-cent’s worth

    I recently bought a new wallet. It’s made of bright green leather, large enough for cards and money as well as my phone or car keys (but not both!), yet still small enough to fit in a pocket. Whenever possible, I avoid handbags.

  • Sheep are silly creatures

    A few weeks ago a very large merino sheep was discovered roaming in hilly bushland country. It had been lost for a few years. Sheep often can’t find their own way home and the owner had given up looking for it.

  • The night has passed

    During the past year I have joined the daily online streaming of the Anglican Service of Morning Prayer.

  • What’s the point?

    I love gardens but am no gardener. The parental ‘green thumb’ didn’t pass on to me. (Our natural bushland has its own self-managing beauty, fortunately.)

  • In the palm of his hand

    At the end of our church service we are charged to ‘go in peace to love and serve the Lord.’ One minister adds the Irish Blessing:

  • So. What about Christmas 2020?

    The Christmas spirit is ramping up although the supermarkets have been in Christmas mode for weeks. Once Halloween is finished and the unsold spooky merchandise is in the bargain bin, it’s time for the sparkling red, white and green Christmas stuff to take over – there’s a buzz everywhere.

  • Ragged edges

    I read a story that reminded me a little of the prodigal son Jesus talks about in Luke chapter 15. In this case it was about a poor family whose only son had to leave home to find work and was away for a very long time.

  • Look up!

    We have a gift shop at the back of the Cathedral and part of the job is to welcome visitors and invite them in to look at the beautiful windows and marvel at the high vaulted ceilings and the carvings.

  • The Blame Game

    It’s more than half gone, but 2020 feels like a year that might be best removed from the calendar. There’s echoes from the song in Jesus Christ Superstar: ‘Could we start again please?’

  • A letter to a reader in the future

    What would I say about the year 2020 in a letter to the future?