Little Nothing Moments #8 / I have spent a very large portion of my life semi-frozen in lack of purpose, or one true calling. I’ve always envied those who are very something - very creative, very clever, very witty. And wished I could be very something. But I’ve given up on that idea now…
Little Nothing Moments #7 / As she starts to lighten up, she begins to notice and take pleasure in small inconsequential things. I thought about this as I hung out washing today - and the sweet sense of satisfaction I got from looking at it drying in the sunshine. And again when I..
Little Nothing Moments #6 / I had a past life regression session. It was interesting. I connected back to a past life in Italy in the 1600s. I had a vision of walking through a grain field, running my hands across the top of the wheat heads. But cynical me came along for a ride in the back seat…
Little Nothing Moments #5: I flat out lied to my kids again today. When I picked them up from school this afternoon the first thing they said was how excited they were to get home and see the chickens. Oh fuck, I thought. I haven't told them yet that four of the little fuzz babies drowned.
Little Nothing Moments #4 / I spent today detoxing - the yoga way and now I feel pretty exhausted.I'm sure you've heard of detoxes and maybe done a few yourself? But perhaps you haven't heard of Hatha Yoga Kriyas - it's er, pretty thorough…
Little Nothing Moments #3 / Do you have a morning ritual? You may call them habits, but I think ‘rituals’ sounds so much more important. Here’s mine…
Little Nothing Moments #2. Generally I love to talk. But lately I don’t feel like it so much. It feels exhausting and a waste of time. When I would have filled uncomfortable silences with chatter, presently I don’t have the motivation for it. But it might be just a phase.
Intermittently today, and for the last few days I’ve been thinking about writing. Thinking about how since starting full time work earlier in the year I’ve barely written anything – other than work stuff. In some ways it’s been a nice break, but in other ways it’s been like leaving an arm somewhere and trying to decide if I can do without it or not.
It's happened, the writing bug has hit again. It knows no other commitments or obligations, it just makes space for itself. So, here I am at 11.02pm typing this to you. ...Because maybe those little nothing moments are where it's at.
This International Women’s Day I remember with love and gratitude two great women - my grandmothers. One inspired me with her stoicism, fortitude and sharp mind. The other nourished my soul with unconditional love and an unquenchable joie de vivre.
This Australia Day I won’t be sitting around an esky full of beer drinking myself stupid. I won’t fly an Aussie flag out my car window while blasting Triple J's Hottest 100. I won’t get a southern cross tattoo. I won’t paint my face blue, white and red. The words ‘oi, oi, oi’ will not pass my lips. But I will...
2017. My grandma died. I got the flu and couldn’t walk properly. I spent three months fearing I had breast cancer. I cried. I swore. I felt insufficient. It would be easy for me to throw last year on the scrap pile of years that sucked if I hadn’t done this one powerful thing…
My body was wrapped tight in harnesses with long ropes attached. The vividly beautiful face of a Zambian man was inches from mine. That skin. Those teeth. He had hold of the ropes and told me to lean back. “Are you ready?”
Being a parent is not an easy thing. And being a ‘good’ parent is even harder. ‘Authenticity’ and ‘congruency’ have been buzzwords for a while now. But what about when it comes to how we show up as parents, and who we’re being with our kids? It gets a little more complicated… Or does it?
One of my favourite ways to spend a day is in the forest. And I think it may just be the answer to the world’s problems. If everyone spent regular time in the forest there would be no war, no depression, and no more unhappiness. 10 reasons why I'm 100% sure a walk in the forest will rock your world...
“With your feet in the air and your head on the ground,” is the opening line to Where Is My Mind by The Pixies; seminal alt-rock band from the late 80s early 90s. To me it’s the creative’s version of the saying: Head in the clouds, feet on the ground. And this is the ultimate in living a creative life.
Schools and businesses close for it; supermarkets overflow with colourful foil-wrapped eggs and fluffy toy bunnies... But what is the real origin and significance of Easter?
Shit. Fuck. Cunt. Love them or hate them, they make an impact don’t they? They're the punk rock kids of any language - rebellious anarchists who love to cause a stir.
My annual ode to getting older. It has a dark beginning but hang in there, it has a happy(ish) ending… I was in the midst of a sweaty throng of other rock fans jumping up and down to my fave live band feeling super fucking happy...
There is vast wisdom that can't be found in books and universities. It comes instead from doing the time. And the only ones who have it are our elders, who've walked the path ahead. And when we can slow down enough to listen, and drop our obsession with youth, they'll tell us stories. Here's one from my neighbour Ken...
