The intimacy of writing to people

The intimacy of writing to people

A long time ago, in a far away land… And actually still sometimes here and now in this land… I used to write to people. I’d send them letters, or strange pieces of art with no sender written on the envelope, hoping to have them wonder for at least a second or two,...
Whatever I want.

Whatever I want.

I can do whatever I want. Every now and then I remember this and get really excited. Today was one of those times, realising that this is my life and I get to say how it goes. And it’s true – for me, I have a privileged existence, and the bounds of possibility...
Get on the plane and trust.

Get on the plane and trust.

“Get on the plane and trust.” So I did, and everything turned out better than okay. If you’ve been following all the photos I’ve been posting from the past few weeks you’ll know I just spent some time in Victoria jumping all around the state visiting family and...
Getting back into the habit of things.

Getting back into the habit of things.

It’s easy, when I get out of the habit of things (like writing), to feel a bit stuck with getting back into it. I make it into something bigger than it is. A hurdle to jump that’s almost impossibly high. I make beginning again be about more than just today. It’s...