Trees

  • Soul

    I had to write. With my heart open wide and my energy flowing, I had to write because writing is what my soul does when it needs to breathe. My soul needs to breathe. I stood beneath a tree in… 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

  • Nature

    I sat beside the river and smiled. It seemed a little funny to me that us humans believe we are the stars of this Earth show and that nature is here for us, rather than with us. What if we… Continue reading

  • Resistance

    When the wind whispers into the bones of the trees, it is calling to say: ‘This is life as it is. And my breath will bend you the way that it does.’ Resistance is futile when you’re a tree. Continue reading

  • The Walk

    The walk was all the lovely things. I bet you didn’t think you’d be coming with me. Well. Here we are. Each of us in the bush. Side by side, a million miles between us. Happy weekend, friends. All the… 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

  • Regeneration

    I’m avoiding doing the dishes. It’s not the first time I’ve written those words on here, and it won’t be the last because I often avoid doing the dishes if I can help it. Sometimes, I can turn the experience… Continue reading

  • Musical Trees

    I wonder if this tree can feel the music that plays into my ears, and through my soul. As my hand touches the smooth of her grey, I let the music sing up her spine, until I can feel her… Continue reading

  • Change

    I’ve decided to surrender. The universe has given me quite the kick up the bottom in the past year and reminded me of just exactly who I am and then some (and when I say, ‘and then some’, I mean… Continue reading

  • Wild

    The wild in me craves the touch of the wild out there. Continue reading