april has always been my favourite month. it’s when the days get a little longer; the sun a little warmer. the winter lion goes into hibernation; the spring lamb comes out to play. snowflakes melt into lilac blossoms; under the cold white blanket new life begins. a new season grows. even on the other side of the…
Category: adventures in bedlam.
notetaking of thought provoking moments during road trips, new explorations and quiet weekend getaways (or other adventure riots endured in this mad, crazy world).
bellbunya: a life-giving experience.
do you consider 10 days to be a significant period of time? can you really shift and shape a profound amount in a mere 240 hours? i reckon you can. if albert einstein is right then “the world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. it cannot be changed without changing our thinking.” this…
just jump.
(note to reader: i found this post unpublished today. it is from april 2011. this is why writing is so powerful — to discover old words only to then reflect upon where your thoughts are now …) just jump. and so i did. with nervous trepidation, the 40 meter, two second bungy jump was peacefully exhilarating. other than…
love.fantastic.alphabet.
about 18 months ago i said a quiet hello to a person who has become something wonderful to me. a little road trip from auckland to a bach somewhere in the hills of new zealand; few words were exchanged, arcade fire was on repeated play. i remember my impression of him to be mysterious–he was an attentive…
der flaneur … berliner.
berlin. her disruptive history, complicated culture and resilient survival is difficult to comprehend yet fascinating to interpret. upon a recent trip to the wonderous german city i became tangled up in her divine, eccentric beauty. another landscape where i feel perhaps i’ve existed in a different place and time … the enlightenment, a period in time that i marvel for the…
cal-i-for-ni-a.
fond memories of a whirlwind visit to the state where the sun always shines, california: a 13-hour flight back in time to hug an old friend. landing in ‘frisco, wonders abound we explored the cultural coves of the iconic city. we traveled 15 hours by foot over a mere 2.5 days. we slept in the heart…
back to the future 2.0 (the paradox of time).
i am travelling back in time today, literally. on a jet plane san francisco bound i will arrive at the same time on the same day as when i departed melbourne. i am not quite sure how the reversal of time works but somewhere whilst 28,000 feet up in the air, flying through hemispheres – south to north…
the tricky thing about being alone.
[while on a bush walk through the outskirts of wellington] surrounded by nature, getting lost on an unknown trek through mile-high bush, i begin to think about the fortitude of solitude. i have always believed that there is a significant difference between being alone and being lonely. always one to be independent, i have taken great pride and…
wayward to wellington with bon iver on repeat.
i haven’t been creatively vocal lately. a combination of some silent soul searching, professional diversions, life alterations and fond farewells have kept my mind preoccupied. i have rejoiced in being busy, finding my stride again. after 18 months of stumbling some sound sense of direction has been reintroduced back into my life, which i have taken as…
new year’s in noosa.
[from brisbane to noosa beach.] its been an incredible 18 days. an itinerary that was ambitious but remarkable. this trip has been about taking refuge in familiarity while being able to reflect on how i have grown over the past 10 months. it was a trip that opened my eyes and reaffirmed the direction i am heading. it…
static confusion. 