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Thomas Devenish

Press Service International

Thomas Devenish lives in Hobart, Tasmania with his wife and two daughters. He works as a motion designer and enjoys the diverse experiences life has to offer, from chasing tennis balls to curling up with a good book on a rainy day. Thomas Devenish’s previous articles may be viewed at www.pressserviceinternational.org/thomas-devenish.html

  • Playing my Part

    When it comes to classical music, one of my earliest memories goes back to when I was a young boy of ten or eleven going for a drive with my older brother. It was an early morning, on a gravel road on top of a mountain.

  • Step by Step

    Have you ever felt completely daunted by the task ahead? I know I have! As a serial procrastinator, the thought that the task is simply too big to be achieved in a day is usually more than enough excuse to put off even making a start. It is hard to do things that don’t give immediate results, to place effort into reaching a goal that is presently down the track and around the corner.

  • Content in God

    Contentment. It goes against everything this fast-paced, materialistic world screams at me to be.

  • The hill grew into a mountain

    My legs were burning, my lungs gasping for oxygen.

  • Not part of the in-group

    Some in-people stand out like bright paint on a dark wall.

  • Jazz, Life and God

    The first time I remember encountering Jazz music and really enjoying the experience was on a lazy Sunday afternoon at a Café situated on the canal in Lauderdale, Tasmania.

  • I found my life

    One day I came across a very small, hand crafted volume that had my Dad’s name on it. It was a small collection of poems that Dad had written across his life, starting from his teenage years.

  • Washed up

    Moses, the former Prince of Egypt, slept each night under shepherd’s cloth, lulled by the sweeping sounds of sand blown across the desert, woken by the bleating of sheep.

  • Your plan, but my way

    The man Moses is somewhat of an icon to many; he is the man with the chiselled jaw of the Ten Commandments, or Michelangelo’s sculpted statue showing him more akin to a Greek god than a man, with thick arms and a flowing beard fit to rival the beard of Zeus.

  • A new season

    I realised a long time ago that life is a series of different seasons. When you are in the middle of a season it can appear to last forever, but the only constant in this world is change.