Clik here to view.
Ghosts and New Beginnings
Life is very strange at the moment. Well, it has been for quite some time now, but it’s been extra strange since my housemate and I landed in Melbourne. It’s taken me a little while to tease out the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
House and garden
Yesterday we signed the lease for a little cottage-style house in Melbourne’s Brunswick, and my mind has immediately gone mad, thinking about what I can do with the courtyard garden. So many plans. The...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Priorities, rest and breathing
This morning I lay in bed, curled up in a ball, just exactly warm enough and aware of the chill in the air outside my little cocoon. I lay there under the weight of several layers of blanket thinking...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Wandering, place and muscle memory
We are walking down streets we don’t know, ambling, listening, looking, taking it in, and talking, always talking. The sun is out and I have to take off my cardigan as I warm up from the walk, but then...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Too much sitting
I’m in another airport, with my little backpack and my handbag, and the little knots of excitement/anxiety (I’m never entirely sure which it is) in my brow and the muscles of my neck I always have when...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Small floods
There are words enough, at last. I have come to think of this last year, 2015, as the year I lost to grief. Grief appeared at strange moments. Unexpected, it bubbled up from somewhere inside and...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Bathing.
Balanced on one leg, I run water into a plastic tub in the bath. I splash some gentle liquid soap into the tub, and then sit on a chair next to the bath to spray some of the same soap through my hair...
View ArticleOld houses
Yesterday I wandered, on a whim, over to the south end of Newtown. I’d arranged to meet up with a friend in a cafe on King St, and to get there I chose a route that would take me past a house I lived...
View ArticleTransition and Tomato Sauce
On the weekend, I went to a barbeque picnic in Pyrmont, down by the water. I used to work in Pyrmont, so being back there, like so many other things at the moment, was a weird little nostalgia trip....
View ArticleClik here to view.
Finding time: hunting for sticks
Crunching through the dry undergrowth of a patch of trees in parklands close to my house, I am peering at all the sticks under my boots, looking for the straightest and strongest ones. I hear a loud...
View Article
