a story for Maundy Thursday
Some things don’t heal. There is a respectful knowing that doesn’t try to force healing or hope on people.
Some things don’t heal. There is a respectful knowing that doesn’t try to force healing or hope on people.
Dear well-meaning spray painter, put down your aerosol can, come sit near the water. Let the trees shelter you and perhaps you will hear the presence of God whispering through them.
‘Staying with the trouble’, the story of my meeting with Two Pied Oyster Catchers is now published in Dumbo Feather online Two Pied Oyster Catchers It is wintertime. My friends and I are rugged against the cold in beanies, scarves and jackets. Sheltering between boulders we are protected .The wind blusters around us at Mimosa …
Tender is the perfect title for this book. Each story is exquisite in its gentle weaving of incidents witnessed with a call to compassion and justice.
this piece appeared in The Melbourne Anglican October 2019 During the summer, in a burst of new-year planning enthusiasm, I asked a well-organised friend to help me with some weekly scheduling. I wanted to set up a pattern for the tasks that went into each day. Despite my friend’s expertise and willingness, the process did …
In the Sunday Age essay today, do check out the links as well! When the news broke of the latest push by the Federal Government to drug test people on Newstart, a neighbour sent me a link to comedian Sammy J posing as a Canberra-based urine-collector––“taking the piss”. It was great for a laugh but …
At a gathering recently I heard a rendition of Paul Kelly’s song “Meet Me In The Middle Of The Air”.
Mark’s poetry and lyrical prose return to mind so often. I am grateful for the long conversations we have had that formed this interview published by Dumbo Feather I first met Mark Tredinnick’s work through The Little Red Writing Book––recommended by a teacher I loved. Within the opening pages I was hooked. I read the …