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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 …

Give me the simple life

They say home is where the heart is, and my heart is in the country right now. We just spent the long weekend in a place called Kingaroy, a big old country town about three hours north west of Brisbane (South Burnett region). We stayed in a modern self-contained cabin* nestled in the hills a little way out of town. It ruined me, I think. Coming back to reality this afternoon was tough to say the least! One of the things I love about being away from the city is the feeling of being connected to the natural world. We were woken on both mornings with a chorus of kookaburras and magpies, such a wonderful change to garbage trucks or the revs of cars, or the dreaded alarm clock. There’s nothing natural about that, my friends. During the day we visited a couple of nearby wineries, took in the scenery and returned ‘home’ to read and draw. And think! With no internet or phone reception, there was nothing to distract us from getting lost in our thoughts. …

On the road again (a trip down memory lane)

Monday was Australia Day, a public holiday for us here ‘Down Under’. We spent the day in my little office, the only room in the house with air-conditioning. We watched The Little Death and The Grand Budapest Hotel, fell down blog holes and enjoyed not being in the 34 degree heat outside. One of the blogs I became lost in was the wonderful Foxs Lane. I’ve visited many times but last night I looked at older entries from a couple of years back, when the family travelled Australia in a caravan. It reminded me of trips I went on as a kid with my mum and dad and older brother. Mum took so many photos, she captured everything from setting up camp (we didn’t have a caravan, just a tent) to us climbing up Bald Rock. She would also write log entries with details about particular places. On the really big trips, such as Sydney to Mt Isa, she would also include day-to-day stuff like the price of petrol (yes, Dad drove the whole way. Being ‘on the road’ is …