Neither Here Nor There
The highThe lowThe in betweenNot risingNor fallingNot yetAnythingTo catch it thereBeforeEverythingAnd decideWhat comes nextIf onlyI could
Tag: love
Embodying Stone |Tough Love
Silence is not intended to be the destination it is supposed to be where you rest reflect and then move onOtherwise the stone you embodyBecomes your home Response from “Love” during our conversation this morning … Elizabeth Gilbert Letters to love Have you heard of them? I began my own today. Letters to love. My […]
The Secret of Trees
And the trees begin to whisper like they are sharing a secret that only they can hear But if I’m very quiet And very clear I can hear it too *In silence, nature, everything becomes clear, it’s as if we too become our natural selves and blend into the breath of the earth, the breeze. […]
The Wisdom of Fluctuation in Creative Living
The revolution of a spiral. A circle. The wind-chime sound of movement. If all we are doing is constantly changing, who are we to claim authenticity? What does authenticity resemble when the self is disassembling daily? Somewhere in all the motion — the incomplete decisions, the conflicting inner opinions — is a small, anchored “I.” […]
The fingerprints of offcuts
If I take this story in my hands It is less than perfect The steps that get us to where we are Are rarely beautiful They look quirky Different lengths Patterns Some will leave splinters in your hands As a warning Don’t do that again Behind every masterpiece Is a dumpster Full of rubbish But […]
Currency of Care
Cradling the warm bowl of soup I sip palms tingle as I hug the bowl Heated liquid slides down my throat and starbursts fill my chest All I have I offer to you and my hands are no less warm my heart no less heated for what is shared becomes multiplied *Care is more than […]
Why I write in public | and still do | and always will
I’m writing as my personal self on Instagram again. As writers, we have an audience — but not all audiences are the same. When I’m writing to the WordPress community, I come as I am. I always have. The fact that other people outside of WP can see what I write in my slippers and […]
Reflections on a Road: Memories of Mum
The roadnear Barcaldine,where the trees are tall and ancient—older than fences,certainly older than bitumen. I thought of what the trees bear witness to.Saw my mumwhen she was young,driving this road.It would have been dirt back then,and very long. I heard her gently singing songs.She had two sons,red dust in their hair,playing eye spy.Back then.Back there. […]
The Love Behind Every Creation: Why It Matters
If you don’t love what you make You won’t look after it when times are tough Imagine if you gave birth to your children And didn’t love them Didn’t love them like you would die in their place In a second Without a thought Not an inkling of hesitation Imagine what would happen to them […]
Reflections on nearly over
The Winton Writers Festival is drawing to a close. Some have already left. Some are off exploring dinosaurs or sitting quietly with new books and thoughts. There were sunset drinks and final conversations, photos taken in golden light, and that strange sense of holding something while it’s still happening — knowing it’s about to become […]