Telling lies to yourself
Truth is you rope
My recent trip home (original home) clarified and solidified so many things that have been drifting. We don’t always recognise the lies we tell ourselves – but I can feel the bumps in my mind – like a pimple on my skin, I pick at them. Eventually they become smooth and flow returns.
Header photo the creek at Pitherty – I spent many hours on the banks of this muddy waterhole with a piece of string and a chunk of meat catching yabbies (crayfish) as a child. It is a sacred place.