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Various gratitudes.
Tiny miracles contortion into the shells of tomorrow. They are the waves of an ocean we encounter daily yet can only sense with intense curiosity, absolute freedom.
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A year of presence.
Leaving the social media world for all of 2022 began as an experiment to give myself back time and it’s byproduct, attention. I wrote more about that idea on 1/1/22 in The need for silence. Pre-virus, I lived in a sun-lit western aspect mid century studio apartment that had just enough space for me to…
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Springtime in Hopetoun.
Just as we bid fare-thee-well to the southern right whales of winter, the fields gave birth to vivid hues of violet, cyan and luminescent yellow. Over 700 species of wildflowers have drawn thousands of visitors to the renowned and only one of it’s kind, Fitzgerald Biosphere. Hence, my absence from posting, days in the community…
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The dark side of the moon.
Some nights the darkest parts of the room are darker than usual. It’s impossible to get to sleep because every time you try, the hollow quality of the black patches fool rationality and so it’s safer to remain awake. Aware. Alert. On this particular evening there were sounds. A one time beep that had remarkable…
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Missing links.
Mum used to have this saying, actually, she still does. She says “you are the weakest link. Goodbye,” and then hangs up the phone. It’s from a short lived show called The Weakest Link that aired in the early 2000s and was hosted by Cornelia Frances, who played Morag in Home and away. In its…
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13 art classes in Hopetoun.
When the virus first hit I left Melbourne (a short term plan turned indefinite), and stayed with family in Palm Beach, Queensland. Our neighbours were home-schooling their kids. One family that was good friends with ours had an enthusiasm for art, and needed to leave the house, so I started teaching them simple techniques by…
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Five months into a year without zuckermedia.
Using the internet to stay connected and inspired while living in a vast and tangible world. On the first of January I settled on the need for silence. I was working on Instagram in a freelance capacity and viewing it socially. At any moment I could look into the window of someone else’s experience and,…
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Emotional software updates.
Every now and then a circumstance will enter the theatre of your life bearing an invitation to change. This shift in attitude, perspective, pattern, could seem tiny on the surface but ripple deeper into the fabric of your being. Over time I have come to observe these fluxes of inevitability more closely… They’re not all…
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A lullaby by Robert Louis Stevenson, circa 1875.
While deleting spam emails this afternoon, I fell upon an eDM from a hidden gem in NYC that sells magazines of revered photography and design from every era between here and the 17th century. I once spent an accidental fortune (USD to AUD math) on five, or so, magazines and books about 1960s,70s home designs;…
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