Travel

  • 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

  • Holidays and Summer Wind

    Australian summer and there I was, sipping a glass of wine beneath the gumtrees, wrapped in my best winter scarf and topped with a little woolen hat. The wind: shocking. It’s not unusual for the country town we’re holidaying in… Continue reading

  • The River of Dreams

    There will always be a river, waiting, waiting for me. And I will lay me down on her sandy banks, bathing in the softness of me, dreaming all the dreams of this heart-shaped life of mine. There will always be… Continue reading

  • Today

    Yesterday I cried for the train that left my sad eyes at the station. But yesterday wasn’t today. Today I understood why the train had to leave without me. It was so I would go in search of my wings.… 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