Because it is Sunday. Because it makes me smile. Because Tillandsia is such nice word to say. Because a friend and I have been talking about our house plants. Because I said I would post everyday in February and I have nothing else to offer right now. Just because.
Tag: Observation
My Grandmother’s Teapot
This was my Grandmother’s teapot. I can’t recall ever going to to her house and not seeing this little teapot sitting on the kitchen table, alongside her tannin stained teacup. As was the custom among her generation, she always used tea leaves and she always, always, steeped her tea way too long for anyone of…
‘To be or not to be’ should not be the question
As a rule, I don’t like definitions. It isn’t really that I don’t like them, it’s that I don’t find them very helpful. Their purpose seems to be to divide and conquer. In their assumption of an ‘other’, they trap us in unhelpful, unproductive, ‘either or’ thinking. Take the glass half-full or half-empty scenario. The…
Grey Box remnant
Like the Girl in the cafe, this piece riffs on the work of another. This time, my inspiration is from David Foster Wallace and the opening sequence of his unfinished novel The Pale King. His poetic first sentence is something else. Past the suburban chaos and false borders of ill-claimed land and past the bleak…
Girl in the cafe
It’s easy to get into a bit of funk with your writing practice but it’s not always easy to find your way out again. One of the things I’ve learned to do when creativity goes missing is to pull out some writing from someone I admire and to try and imitate their work. I find…
Morning reflection
My home. My land. My space. My life. The kookaburras rouse us from our sleep with their staccato laugh and zest for the day. It is not possible to wake up unhappy here. The magpies greet us as we venture out onto the verandah with our coffee. They show off the newest additions to their…
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