Personal blog
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
It is a curious combo. . . Feeling so compelled to write,
And yet so unwilling to show you my soul.
Where then to direct this energy!?… Read the rest
I could cry a thousand tears this afternoon.
Have you ever had the feeling on coming home that your suburb opens up its arms to you and embraces you in such a warm hug?
The feeling is mutual Collingwood. I want to wrap my arms around you and hug you so tight.… Read the rest