Writer, Anne Lamott, speaks with often hilarious self-deprecation. She says “My mind is like a bad neighbourhood, I try not to go there alone.” It makes me laugh now, but there was a time I would not have found it funny. Over a decade ago, I found myself in a maelstrom of defeat. The funding …
This piece was published in The Age faith column May 1, 2022 Following two knee surgeries, my neighbour asked me to join her for regular fitness walks. On this autumn morning, her American Staffordshire Terrier came with her. The Staffy’s begging eyes had won the day. After walking at a clip through a swathe of …
Songwriters, poets and musicians bring us narratives wrapped memorably in melody or honed words which allow us to see our own stories more clearly.
In this era of COVID- 19, on the cusp of sleep, I startle at the noise from the plane flying low… My thought lands in three distinct syllables: Aer-o-plane.
‘collects’ – a form of short prayer which addresses an aspect of the Divine and makes a request or observation.
How a long walk helped me understand our rubbish problem published in The Saturday Age December 28, 2019 Early this year I took a four-day hike in South East Tasmania. The Three Capes track took four and a half years to make with the combined care, skill and artistry of a tribe of rangers, scientists, …
When this composed, silver-haired woman tells us that for the last three days they’ve been protesting with Extinction Rebellion in Melbourne, our eyebrows lift.
