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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 …

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 …

Nutcrackers and drinking horns (and Hot Cross Buns)

We’re a month into autumn and it’s the Easter long weekend, hurray for four days off! This time of year usually heralds cooler weather and rain, and while we had a grey day and some showers yesterday, the sun refuses to go behind the clouds for too long. It’s been a really lovely weekend just relaxing at home and catching up on lots of writing, reading and afternoon snoozes! Saturday we explored the Queensland Museum and Medieval Power: Symbols and Splendour. It was great! For me the most interesting treasures were the ones that showed people have always had a sense of humour, no matter what age they lived in. A pair of nutcrackers were amazing – the end of the handles each had a face carved into them, so when they were together it looked like two lovers kissing. Further up the handles were dogs chasing a bird, and the nut-cracking part was the head of a mythical beast. The craftsmanship was just beautiful. I also loved items like drinking horns and intricately decorated water …

Healing a broken heart: a daughter’s story

This is by far the most personal story I have written for my blog, and I feel quite vulnerable sharing it. But I write as a way of understanding the world and myself – and there may be some of you who can relate to this story too. And that’s what life is about isn’t it? Connecting with others through shared experiences x *** Lying face down on the table, covered with a light sarong for modesty, my therapist lays her hands on my body. I am no stranger to massage, but this is different. This is Ka Huna. I have never had this type of bodywork therapy before, but after a few google searches my brain is screaming at me to book an appointment. Practitioners use their hands, forearms and elbows to apply pressure in a rhythmic ‘dance’ around the table. I think the most appealing aspect is the belief Ka Huna can help to relieve emotional ‘blockages’ in the body, such as grief and exhaustion. Who can argue with something based on the …