Inspiration

  • Only Human

    I’m not really okay, today. And yesterday— I wasn’t really okay then, either. Yesterday, there were tears. Feelings. And yesterday I couldn’t see the sky, anymore. Maybe it’s hormones. Or the rain. Or maybe it’s just my broken bits screeching Reminding… Continue reading

  • I Am

    I am. And I love. And everyday I choose To be Me. Again. Continue reading

  • We’ve Got This

    It’s just come to me. Like a roar straight from the heart of the lion. We’ve got this. We do. We’ve got it. See? I’m not going to lie. Sometimes, I think: ‘Ah, crikey. I haven’t really got this. Have I?’ Nope.… Continue reading

  • Speak Your Truth

    Speak your truth. It’s really quite simple when you think about it, isn’t it? So why, then, do we—us human folk—have so many issues following through? I don’t want you, for a moment, to think that this wisdom I’m about… Continue reading

  • The Sky

    I look up and there it is. The sky. Just like before. Just like all my other days. And though it seems like nothing much has changed… Everything is different. Because now… I can finally see the sky. Oh, heavens,… Continue reading

  • Michelle DeKretser. Melbourne Writers Festival

    It was time to tackle a difficult read—a bold move, on my behalf. I’d grown up reading only for pleasure and, up until that point in my life, I’d not felt the need to be challenged by books. Reality could… Continue reading

  • Alexis Wright: Boisbouvier Oration, Melbourne Writers Festival

    I’ve never read an Alexis Wright, book. Until she won the 2018 Stella prize, I’d never even heard her name. But I can’t stop thinking about the speech she gave at the Melbourne Writers Festival on Wednesday night, and I… Continue reading

  • Krissy Kneen. Melbourne Writers Festival

    Fear of judgement. I could fill a page with all the times it’s crippled me. All the times I wanted to do something but didn’t, all the ways I could have grown in this life of mine if only I’d… Continue reading

  • John Marsden. Melbourne Writers Festival, 2018

    Recently, a friend asked me if I’d ever experienced a ‘sliding doors’ moment. I didn’t even have to think about what my answer would be. I rattled off a moment from the past where a right turn, instead of the… Continue reading

  • Coming Home

    Let this heart I wear on my sleeve draw all of its letters in the sand… not just the ones I think you will like me for. And in that sand, let there be scribbles of the past, the present,… Continue reading