I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
Once upon a time, there was a bricklayer who was an artist. His bricklaying was beautiful, but he wanted to paint pictures too. I met…
Whoosh! chartreuse chatter lifts into a golden evening. Imagination did not prepare me for the spectacle of wild budgies as they heave and push through…
When Don retired we both needed to do some rearranging of investment/retirement funds. Mine had been paid for by me with my freelance work over…
Why is it we seem to have to go to the brink in life to awaken to ourselves? I don’t know anyone who escapes life’s…