Someone has thrown the ocean up there into the light, and whipped it to form feathers on the falling waves. Sky over Western NSW on Christmas Eve 2016. Advertisements
Joseph Wirthlin said “The more often we see the things around us – even the beautiful and wonderful things – the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds – even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.”… Read More More and More Whole
She wanted to expedite the death of the cockroach. Watching from her kneeling position on the floor she was a hunched mother beneath the burning candles in a cathedral. Enthralled, the writhing of the cockroach was basically a physical tintinnabulation on her skin, a psychosomatic playing out of her own pain. She debunked the notion that responsibility for her children’s state was disseminated amongst their medical practitioners, teachers, friends or even themselves. With panache she flung her head back, her intention to hold the space. The cockroach became the kernel that contained her sense of self, and in slamming her hands down upon it she unleashed a phantasmagorical power that she wished was true beyond the kitchen walls.… Read More Flung
“And I wonder is there a dichotomy or relationship between the author in print and the author of the story putting it out there. From Arthur Stace’s Eternity on a t-shirt to Dharma on the butt of your activewear, what meaning are they making in the wearing?…If you take a look there are stories in the wearing as well as in what’s worn. I love that invitation to explore that space. And if we don’t know the real story about what is worn and why, it doesn’t matter. It’s just juice for the imagination. It’s catching the chameleon in the space between. It’s trading the telescope for tweezers…It may be a dead end alley like my KISS t-shirt from the 70s which could well have been about hiding in darkness, or it may be that we see the illuminated, the very act of living and the making of creases in the sacredness of our own bone clothing.”… Read More Wearing
I’m ever changing even as I’m always me…and it’s time to go deeper into my story… Read More Deepening
I once dated a man who I think was a bit insecure about his looks, and would pester me about which men I found attractive. I’d tell him it was Neil. He would keep saying “yes, but who else?” and I was stumped. Funnily enough, over time he morphed a bit into Neil, was the haircut deliberate perhaps?…I suspect the shirt thing is a bit St Elmo’s Fire too…come on, fess up, how many of you chose the man you love based on his shirt?!… Read More Is it a Shirt Thing?!