Today, at dawn I read a poem. Outside the world slowly lightened bleak white, snap frozen, still. The day warmed and I worked my way through it. Then…
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Every year, or so it seems, I lose myself in January. When I was young it was the month of grace, where February, the real beginning of the year, was so…
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I’m sitting at my friend’s kitchen table. The Aga hums taking the edge off the cold that seeps in through the thin glass windows and around the gaps of…
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The rain came and it was perfect. Everything is now full. Even the air is tight with frog song. When I walk across to the stable to feed Maxie Gawn, or…
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Yesterday I stood on the edge of the Murrumbidgee River. I watched it fat and brown and moving fast. Around me the air was thick with birds, among them…
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This morning marked a milestone of sorts. I returned to the beach here at home for the first time since injuring my back. It’s been a time of exile…
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It’s 5pm, the nearly the end of July and the dark is settling. The winter nights draw in like an old man hunched beneath the doona. I can see my breath…
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It’s only the middle of February, but already the season is turning. I thought I noticed it last week but it seemed a trick of the light, the first…
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The multiplicity of forms! The hummingbird, the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the otter, the dragonfly, the water lily! And on and on. It must be a…
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In 1931 Virginia Woolf gave a talk to the London branch of the National Society for Women’s Service. In it she proclaimed that the first thing she had…
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The days grow quickly short. We’ve passed the turning of the year. There is an urgency to seek the sun, to stay outside until it drops. And this last…
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May 2019 We are tumbling towards winter, the afternoons are short and last light is a sharp golden blast that I miss if I get caught inside. I rush…
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