Yesterday was a low point. I realised I didn’t want to do anything. Not even if it was delivered on a silver platter by Michael Bublé. Even a shower seemed overwhelming. Though I did get that done eventually. As I was drifting around the apartment around midnight, taking photos of…
When I came to live in Australia, nearly thirty-seven years ago, hardly anyone outside of the country knew where it was. It was funny and…
This is not the return (again) to blogging that I imagined. I’m moved to write to whomever have hung on and to any others who…
Months can go by and nothing extra special happens on my walks. The walks are always special to me because I love the light and…
What is it that invites us to love? Is it an invisible filament wrapping around and around, cocooning us with its energy? Perhaps it is…