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.
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…
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…
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…
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…
What is The Celestine Prophecy?
My dear friend Liv tells me that in the mid 90s every second person in cafes through Little Collins had James Redfield’s novel, The Celestine Prophecy, in hand. Now, 28 years after its release, the nine key insights that line the plot still illuminate young and old. This copy was picked up at Elizabeths second…