John Muir ... on walking

Walking as Meditation

I often wonder if the weather somehow magically matches my mood or if it’s my mood which responds to a particular expression of weather. Regardless of the former or latter being true, on one recent blustery, blue sky, crisp air winter’s day,… (READ MORE)

Current Mantra - courtesy Caren Baginski

Finding the pieces which fit

I love jigsaw puzzles. Always have, probably always will. I love jigsaws probably for the same reason I like maths or chemical formulas – there’s always an answer. It’s either correct or it’s not. It either fits or it doesn’t. For someone… (READ MORE)

Buttery toast ... mmm

Excuse me while I read

Things have been busy at work of late, which means that spare time normally dedicated to writing has been spent in mindless exhaustion. But I haven’t been completely unproductive. I finally watched 30 Rock (after abandoning it years before), the… (READ MORE)

By the sea

To the Sea

Lately I’ve been feeling out of sorts, and I’m not sure of the cause. Perhaps it’s the unseasonably warm start to spring. Or maybe the sight of blooming Jacaranda trees shedding purple throughout Queensland streets. Possibly it’s due to the… (READ MORE)

Feathers for the glide

Flapping towards the glide

Cities are spaces traditionally defined by a clash of jarring sounds. But that’s not always guaranteed and it’s certainly not a constant. The unrhythmic nature of this background noise defines the unexpected periods of quiet, drawing our attention to the… (READ MORE)

Life beyond a dirty window

As you’d expect, when I’m writing I spend a lot of time at the desk in my home office. My desk faces a wall, and there is a window positioned to my left. Throughout much of the year I keep… (READ MORE)

Strange days

Yesterday was the strangest day. The thing about strange days is they remind you about the fragility of connections – something that as a writer, I’m growing to appreciate more and more. My anxiety levels were running at about 300%… (READ MORE)


::: I was busy writing, I was overcome by a sudden desparate need to bake a loaf of bread from scratch (a sourdough rye loaf if you’re interested). All that mixing and kneading, getting the hands alternately sticky and flour-covered… (READ MORE)

Breathing Space

The main reason I started blogging was to form a writing habit. Ok, done. And of course I feel lucky to have come to know some truly wonderful people. But when I start asking deeper questions of why I continue… (READ MORE)