They couldn’t want to love her for real if they didn’t feel the need to reach out and open the window to their world, right?
She wondered if maybe her written words were not labouring in the cause of love, in any case.… Read the rest
Personal blog
They couldn’t want to love her for real if they didn’t feel the need to reach out and open the window to their world, right?
She wondered if maybe her written words were not labouring in the cause of love, in any case.… Read the rest
Adventures I owe myself (edition one):
– a face to face relationship
– one to three months in each of Valencia, Barcelona, Berlin, Vietnam, Singapore, Japan, Croatia, London, Portugal, Belgium, Amsterdam, Turkey, the beaches of Thailand and Morocco (at a minimum 😛 )
– a camping trip
– a career stint caring for children, or fostering children
– an animal friend
– a visit to a rooftop pool and bar in late summer
– a trip to Darwin, Perth and Brisbane
– a visit to Uluru
– a videography adventure to a light sculpture exhibition
– design and build a light sculpture
– learn how to video jam to live electronic music (that I like)
– go on numerous winery tours in various places across Australia
– design and project manage my bathroom renovation
– sleep under the stars
– sip cocktails on a yacht
– live on a houseboat for a month
– go for a holiday with one of my groups of friends… Read the rest
A weird energy,
That makes me want to keep the doors to my soul closed for a few.
At least until the energy of the evening shifts,
Into some other kind of mood.… Read the rest
A sickness to the stomach, so vile.
Borne from the realisation that she can’t switch it off.
Can’t ‘refuse to go back there’.
It is a bitter loneliness to walk some uncharted path,
With ‘friends’ who refuse to speak to her.… Read the rest
The fresh air outside was so invigorating today.
Nature has a way of nourishing my soul.
I need to take a break.
I need to go offline for a while.
Or else, I think I will say more things that I regret.… Read the rest
I was thinking about how interesting it is that there is a kind of ‘sensory fingerprint’ that different cities have. Sydney has a particular feeling about it, and it is likely unique to me, with my life history and physiology.
A unique combination of culture, urban form and every individual’s experiential history makes a city’s sensory fingerprint!… Read the rest
I woke up this morning at 6 am to the sound of an unfamiliar but beautiful rendition of a song from the Room with a View soundtrack. ABC Classic is my hosts’ alarm clock, and it was a wonderful way to wake up!… Read the rest
Huddle in around the fire of my friends.
It is bitterly cold without them.
Chills of loneliness fibrillate from my core to my throat.
Find a moment in the warmth of the sun,
To form connection through written words.
Counting the moments until I feel their souls again.… Read the rest
Swaying, moving and singing,
Worshipping together, and sometimes,
Connected only for that moment.
The gods touch our souls,
Different times and in different places.
But we share the love.
Heaven is meeting a friend whose taste in music always hits my money note.… Read the rest
My soul is filled with the memory of green space//
Walking in the sunshine along the river//
The energy of the forest has soaked into my cells/
Like air bubbling through a pond of water, covered in lilies//
Elevating the energy of my Sunday//
With the invigorating joy of movement/
And an incidentally renewed sense of self//
Sweet freedom//
Remembering the lesson in my body//
By putting the moment into prose//… Read the rest