Reflections
Cape Town has always held a special place in my heart. It was the place where I first tasted independence, that somewhat scary but ultimately rewarding experience that comes when you have the freedom for self-discovery. As my university town, I grew up, figuratively anyway, in the shadow of Table Mountain. Having not been back... Continue Reading →
It’s the eyes you notice - yellow intense slits that look right through you and pin you to the spot as surely as a butterfly laid out before a lepidopterist. Even though we are technically safe in our land rover, it’s an open plan version with no glass windows and only air separates us from... Continue Reading →
Photo by runzi zhu on Unsplash Out of the settling dusk It glides into the station A metal snake with screeching breath Disgorging a tumble of people from its warm belly I step inside the beast Into air thick with a day’s activity, Rigid ribs of seats hold weary bodies All wrapped up in virtual worlds ... Continue Reading →
I reflect on my dad, as always, as we approach the anniversary of his death. How is it seven years have passed already? I had to look it up. It seems impossible, but time is relentless. It moves us away from things and blurs them in our memory. I have the sense of him often... Continue Reading →
The streets of Parkes are wide, and largely empty when we arrive the day before the Elvis festival is due to kick off. At 6pm, as we wander down the main street, tinny-sounds of Elvis waft across the town. There is a haunting note to the music. If it was a story, it would have... Continue Reading →
The thing I am not very good at is sitting. Being still. Waiting, contemplating. I tend to jump right onto things, without thinking too much about why. I am restless, I suppose. I rearrange the furniture a lot. I believe I am a person who likes an action plan. I like to know where I... Continue Reading →
Stuck in suburbia, it is easy to forget how vast and incredibly beautiful this marvellous land of ours is. Caught up in nonsense of our own making, we lose sight of what really matters. While the news is full of sorrow and hate, of ideologically motivated distrust and ego driven politics, nature proceeds onwards, as... Continue Reading →
Notwithstanding the fact that right now it is absolutely bucketing down, Sydney generally puts on a pretty spectacular winter. Still, even when it is grey and glum, there are some soul satisfying things to do in Sydney in winter. Like, the Sydney Biennale. For Mothers’ day, I managed to wrangle the family out into the... Continue Reading →
There was mud, a lot of it. Stinky, sticky, slurpy mud that sucked off people’s shoes and clung with a desperation of an addict to legs and feet and knees if you happened to sink that far into it. There were heights – tyres and ropes and walls to be scaled. There were small spaces... Continue Reading →
