This is an extract from my journal entry I wrote this morning, which I thought I might share. It’s about playing my fiddle, and singing “killing me softly” on repeat, and how turning 30 has welcomed in so much more…
Oct 28 2020
Aug 20 2020
Wildness
“Where does wildness begin, and how far does it extend?” - Esther Woolfson, in Corvus: A Life with Birds
The above question is plucked from a book about a family living with wild birds that had been rescued as chicks…
Aug 3 2020
Young Gum
My heart goes out to my friends in Melbourne, who have just had tighter restrictions imposed upon them for another six weeks.
Along with that news, we heard that the state of Victoria, where my partner and I live, will…
Jul 18 2020
A Small Musical Offering
It’s a clear winter day in Malmsbury. The sun is taking its time to shine through each leaf, each blade of grass. In between zoom lessons, I'm sitting on the edge of the verandah with a cup of tea, thinking…
Jul 7 2020
Slow
The word ‘Slow’ used to have so many unconscious derogatory meanings for me. Unproductive, or lacking, lagging behind, stupid. I used to turn my nose up at slowness, because somehow along the way I learned that going slowly went against…