We sometimes do funny things to keep ourselves entertained. In light of (only now easing) restrictions in Sydney and Melbourne, I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who could tell of unusual pastimes they might have picked up during these pandemic times. For me one of the quiet activities that has kept me …
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I created this site in 2019 as a place to write. To try to share some of the experiences and tools that have helped me make changes that… and I say this knowing that it sounds like a big statement… have helped me out of a state of low-level depression that I believe I have …
This is not actually an introductory course in Introspection. Just some gentle encouragement and advice for those contemplating a new hobby. Note I’m not a professional, but I do have a lifetime’s experience in overthinking! I don’t think introspection has ever been a particularly widely valued skill in our modern lives, and is one of …
I love a serendipitous discovery. Out at Readings on the weekend, Madison choosing her ‘Diary of an Awesome Friendly Kid’, I spotted Bren MacDibble’s book ‘How To Bee’ in the Young Adult section, and could not resist. The title jumped out at me – I’ve carried Bee in my nickname for a long time. Not …
Or, The Lesson My Son Taught Me That No One Else Could My eldest son, Ryan, is 14 years old. For me, that was an age of growing apart from family. Of buying into all the teenage clichés of resenting parents, rebelling, feeling like I didn’t fit in. As a parent with my first teenager, …
The following was the result of a writing exercise for the Elephant Academy course; the prompt we were given was ‘Tell a story about a time in your life when you felt carefree, creative, and totally in the moment. Use the senses and all the W’s (who, what, where, when, why).’ The ten minute window …
I’ve used the words ‘I’m terrified’ in respect to writing and sharing my work a number of times. These words have not come from my mouth prior to this month, as far as I can recall. Maybe just before the arrival of kids! But the words have been there. An invisible anchor behind me. A weight …
I lay on my back. My old friend, Dull Ache, seems to have left for good. Sometimes I miss him. Particularly on the those days when new friend, targeted localised shooting pain, let’s call it the new guy, is around. Dull Ache was a long-term companion. He was settled in behind my heart. For as …
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