Author: Mel

Remembering the sound of silence

Living in the sprawl of suburbia, the sound of silence is something you forget. There is always noise of some sort. Like screeching tyres as drivers realise there is a massive speed bump at the bottom of the hill. If that realisation comes a second too late, sometimes you’ll hear the front bumper being dragged up the street. Leaf blowers would have to be one of the most frustrating things the ears are forced to endure. Whatever happened to a rake and broom, and a bit of elbow-grease? Why do people need an angry machine to blow leaves off the path? It seems like a tedious way to spend precious time. It can begin to feel like an assault on the senses. So we had a night away from it all this weekend, in a little house surrounded by trees and nature and silence. We sat out on the deck and watched a storm roll in, listening to the birds as they flew home and warned their mates to take cover. Their calls, along with the thunder and …

Peace and Patience

It looks like my intention to go with the flow this year is perhaps going to take a lot more patience on my end. I have been feeling in a rush to get everything done at once, looking miles into the future and getting nowhere at the same time. But the last few days I have slowly been reeling myself back in from the waters of the unknown, looking at what is right now, and what I can do in this moment to help me navigate the seas of the future. I had forgotten how easy it is to let the voice of my intuition fall on deaf ears! She can be hard to hear sometimes, even she admits that. Speak up, little one, speak up. There have been a few things that I’ve wanted to focus on for a little while, and they are now crying out for attention. The Gentle Woman is a project that means a lot to me and one I have many hopes for. I feel it’s now time to devote some more energy to it …

Her own adventure: Travels in Ubud, part 1

This feels like a long overdue coming home. I didn’t think I would write in this space again, but the inspiration has come back and it feels like the right time. Right now I’m in Ubud, Bali. Enjoying some ‘me time’ and restoring the batteries. When I booked the tickets way back in March, my intention for the trip was to head to the Ubud Writer’s Festival. But it has turned into something greater than that. The day I flew out here marked the 10th anniversary of my mum dying. It’s hard to write that word, dying. I always choose ‘passing away’ because it’s softer and I feel less awkward about it – less awkward saying it to people. And to be fair, my beliefs around death are such that passing away seems a better fit – she passed away into the next world. I have felt her with me every second of this trip, and I know she sent me here. Actually when I booked the holiday I was reading Gloria Steinem’s ‘On the Road’ and …

When stars collide

Well I don’t know about you, but I have found July to be kind of weird.  I probably should have known things were going to get hectic – but let me start from the beginning. Sometimes I like to stand at our bedroom window and look out to the night sky before I jump into bed. There’s nothing like looking at the stars or the moon to make you feel more at peace with everything. Except a shooting star. And the one I saw also collided with another star – a bright burst of light that lasted for not even a second. It was this moment of magic I thought of on the afternoon I was made redundant. Yep, I am entering my second week of redundancy – although I like to think of it as my second week of living. The greatest gift you can give a writer is a little bit of money to pay the rent and a lot of time. Suddenly I have both those things. Even in the shit moments when I get down and …