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Longhand

Write every day, they say. I’ve been getting stuck into my beloved Jack Canfield, dealing with feelings that have taken me by surprise, reading my old journals and searching within. I’d forgotten about my internal pledges all those years ago to become a writer. It was such an unusual feeling to be reminded of how badly I once wanted it. For a passion that was embedded so deeply, how and why could I have let it go?  I think back to who I was back then, and I started to theorise that maybe it never got off the ground because it was all about the idea of being a writer. The sheer romance of it all. It would explain why I never submitted my work — well, I could count on one hand the work that I sent — but that doesn’t make much sense to me because I don’t submit my images for photographic competitions and awards as a photographer today either. I could also argue that perhaps I just wasn’t ready for submission …

Aron

I am in awe over my six ten Arum Lily bushes at my new place. (By the way, how long does one need to have been moved in to a house before the ‘new’ label gets dropped off? Anyone?) At my very first house that I bought back in 2002, I had a green thumb for a while and wanted to grow every plant species known to mankind. The Arum Lily was at the top of my list. My love ran deep for them and I even wanted them in my wedding bouquet, although they weren’t in season then. My twenty-something-self tried to grow an Arum lily plant but it didn’t flourish. I figured it wasn’t meant to be. Yes I was sad, but I gave up pretty easily and didn’t make any further attempts to grow another. Here we are, 12 years later, and I get to walk out into my winter garden and marvel at the Arum Lily’s delicateness and serious beauty any time that I want to. I’ve been very curious about signs that …

Two Dogs Behind A Sunbeam

We’d just left home and were on our way to Xavier’s school last week, when at the end of our street I looked to my right and saw an elderly man walking two Cavalier King Charles dogs.  I gasped. The morning light was beaming behind them, as though the rays were carrying them forward. Long ears swaying in time to their paws touching down on the pavement, a little rhythmic half-trot. So regal with their mini coats, and both so very satisfied. My heart swelled.  No doubt this owner must’ve already known how blessed he was to have these dogs by his side. Consumed by this vision, I had to acknowledge it. I quickly wound down the window and called out to him, a compliment of some sort.  The owner kept on walking, leading his dogs towards his mission. I don’t know if he thought that perhaps I was addressing Xavier rather, or if he thought it was best to ignore the weird lady who yelled out to strangers. Probably the latter. I let this …

Buyer’s Remorse

I used the dictation tool on the iPhone for the first time to write this post. I was curious to know whether it was clever or lazy…  For about 10 days I have had some sort of low level flu or high level cold, my last weekend consisted of movies, bed, parsley-garlic-ginger-clove teas, and more bed. My son slept over his grandparents place on the Saturday night which was helpful. I stayed under the covers while Adam was out in the garden. I think the crazy teas were doing something good to my body because the virus seemed unsure of how hard it wanted to hit me. Anyway, I should do this no-agenda bed thing more often and not have to use sickness as an excuse. I guess it’s hard when you move to a new place… there’s that feeling of always needing to do something to get the house looking and feeling like a home as soon as possible. But you know, gotta remember that special word: journey. Must stop feeling like I have …

The First Step

They say that writing is therapeutic. I seem to have forgotten how much of that is true, so today I am restarting my journal.  I don’t know whether this will be a journal of words or pictures (to support the photographer in me) or a balance of both. Whatever this is, it will shape itself along the way. The last public piece I wrote was this after seeing Pearl Jam’s Big Day Out show in Melbourne. It’s not really a review, although I have been contemplating reviewing a music gig here and there just to mix things up a bit. The problem with reviewing shows is that if you are doing it honestly – as in not in favour of what people or the band or the publication want to hear — then you need balls of steel. Last time I checked my own… well, I’ve got a bit of work to do in that department. We have just had someone sand and re-polish one of the bedroom floors in our new place of abode. …