I’ve just completed a writing series called ‘words and pictures’. Before I move onto the next series I thought it would be interesting to share my process. This is for anyone who wants to write.
I’ve just completed a writing series called ‘words and pictures’. Before I move onto the next series I thought it would be interesting to share my process. This is for anyone who wants to write.
A few weeks ago I did the Cooloola Great Walk (Queensland, Australia) and contemplated the sky in my teacup - amongst other golden moments.
If you’ve ever tried to meditate, you’ve almost certainly come across the phrase - Become aware of the present moment. But what does that actually mean?
I’d love to say I was a loving, protective, inclusive big sister, but that would definitely not be the whole truth. I could be a real bitch too.
“Oh, didn’t you know? Bob was killed. Every night when I get home from work I get out two beers. One for me and one for Bob. I drink mine and then I let Bob know I’ll drink his for him too.”
A little seed, full of potential, watered with love and persistence, has grown into a tree with deep roots and many branches.
“Yes, yes, no worries, it will be ready. We will meet you at the station.” Let me tell you a crazy little story, about a star ruby ring made quickly in Jaipur, India.
While it is plainly obvious that yes of course God is in my coffee cup, it’s worth some deeper diving beneath the surface of this most holy of creations.
I’ve been thinking about how music taste is an integral part of identity creating. I'm going to get very honest with you, very not cool, and take you back to the true beginning of my awakening love for music.
I first learnt to play guitar at uni, sitting on the floor of friends’ small college rooms. Smoking rollies, drinking instant coffee or cheap cask wine and slowly learning guitar chords.
A deciduous tree in autumn is at a distance, a true beauty. A kaleidoscope of perfectly harmonised colours. It’s as though the tree is throwing a party, and every leaf is invited. And it’s a really good party. You can tell. But look a bit closer and death is evident.
words and pictures #1 / I sat on the back stairs, feeling great after a vigorous walk. Took my shoes off, freed my toes, soaked up the sun and ate this banana. Life felt complete in that moment. I wonder why we make life so complicated. Why can’t it be as simple as sunshine and barefoot banana eating?
Hello reader words, seer of pictures, thinker of thoughts. Feel like doing some of that together? An idea for a new writing series has arisen, so I’m going for it. It's called Words and Pictures. Every day for the next who knows how many days, I’m going to draw a little picture of something mundane, and write some possibly tedious, possibly transcendental words to go along with it.
I don't make cards for my mum anymore, which as you will find out, might be for the best, but I do write her stuff, like this. I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the wild ride that has been our relationship over the years.
Even though there are sinister forces at play in the world right now, I’m not even going to get into that. Instead I’m going to get down to some hardcore navel gazing and share some personal lint-covered insights with you.
Little Nothing Moments #13 / Old friends are like sign posts on the peaks of life’s triumphs and tragedies, reminding you of who you are, who you were and who you’ve got the potential to be. Old friends keep you from getting lost in the wilderness.
Little Nothing Moments #12 / I had the best moments of my childhood around that plate. I felt a deep sense of belonging while sitting amongst my extended farming family, trying to keep my elbows in, eating dinner off that plate.
Nothing Little Moments #11 / It all started (or stopped) the night I caught up with my oldest friend Polly. It was a damned quandary I can tell you. Up until that night I’d been writing and publishing every day, keeping to my word, fulfilling my promises, dripping with integrity.
Little Nothing Moments #10 / picked some silverbeet . raided the mulberry tree . inspected the nectarines . still very small .
Little Nothing Moments #9 / Everyone else is still asleep. I’m sitting on the back verandah, with the sound of birds and the stillness of trees for company. Yesterday was Che’s 10th birthday…