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  • Dancing Girl

    She danced like no one was watching. She went to that place where all artists go when they create. She is my daughter and she is five, but actually she is ageless, and it was this beautiful, ageless essence that… Continue reading

  • Family

    I wear my heart on my sleeve. I always have, I always will. With my family here by my side on this, the great Tasmanian adventure, I’m pretty much bathing in love hearts…which is the loveliest. That’s the thing about… Continue reading

  • Tasmania. Contrast. Grateful.

    Tasmania is beautiful. And that feeling of being outside of your life, even just for a little while, is so intriguing and lovely, it’s no wonder humanity clings to the promise of the odd holiday, every now and then. The… Continue reading

  • Sunrise

    On this tired night, I know I have been blessed. And so it is I send a seed of this sweet day into the arms of the sorrowful. And I say to them: take this day and make it yours,… Continue reading

  • A Beautiful Day

    It has been a beautiful day. The kind of day that flows from start to end, like a delicious water feature lulling the water from plate to plate to plate, finally to rest in a peaceful pool below. The bigger… Continue reading

  • Tomorrow

    I’m the sole parent of three tiny humans, this weekend. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but I have tea and I have chocolate. And I’m watching Westside Story. Sigh. The baby will wake soon. Tomorrow. xx Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    I tell you this, dear present sun. Let you shine upon my days so I might see the light upon every web. Might every moment glimmer with rainbow shine at the very hint of forgetfulness. For I am here to… Continue reading

  • Carols

    It’s tradition. And though the tradition has changed, it’s still just as beautiful to me. I am no longer a child. I am no longer innocent and stainless. But there is a beating heart within me that remembers. Merry Christmas,… Continue reading

  • Authentically Not Myself

    I am authentically myself when I am not at all myself, and it is magical, beautiful, wonderful. What do I mean by this? Well, I’m not sure. It’s a little too obscure to understand or explain, but I’m certain you’ve… Continue reading

  • In The Wind

    I saw her when I closed my eyes, I felt her in the wind. And I knew I had to tell her how tired I am, and how I never imagined life would be so hard. I had to tell… Continue reading