Holiday

  • The River Home

    The dancing girl, her sister, her brother, her father and I will be home tomorrow. As usual I’m experiencing mixed feelings about the end of our lovely little holiday, but for the most part I’m wishing the trip would never… 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

  • The Deep Breath

    The eucalypts are alive, here. For whatever reason, this part of the world seems to be windy more often than not, and I’m so very pleased about that. Life seems to flow more with the wind. I wonder, sometimes, if… Continue reading

  • The Cottage House

    I suspect this weekend will be beautiful. I’m not sure how much you’ll see me here, if at all, my lovely bloggy friends. I’ll be all snuggled up under a blankie with a steaming cup of tea and a book,… Continue reading

  • The Ocean

    Lay down beside me. Run your fingers over mine in the sand. Knot the long grass. Kiss my warm cheek. And when the sun sleeps so will we. Until the ocean wakes us. Continue reading

  • Riding In Trains With Girls

    Australia is out the window and I’m feeling every bit of it. The wobble of a train-shaken gut, the blur of gum trees and their naked cousins—every element of this three-hour train ride seems to be working together, whipping me into… Continue reading