a wandering mind that takes forbidden thoughts to curious spaces. a beating heart that takes passionate love to foreign places.
Category: moving hemispheres.
thoughts about shifting life from up over to down under.
sunday strolling.
today was a day to revel in the tundra’s beautiful cold. a day for dancing down main street while the banjo strummed in my ear. it was a day to see elderly lovebirds walk the frozen beach hand in hand. it was a day not to think but to be. it was a day to…
a hiraeth firefly.
hiraeth (welsh, noun): a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. (source: berlin art parasites) nearly a year now. reacquainted with the northern hemisphere. it’s a different place than when i left it. or i’m…
peter charm.
it’s friday night, good company in crew. bud lime is flowing; the sun It is lowering. hungry tummies ransack the night kitchen, vegan pizzas bestowed. glasses of mango vodka and laughter a plenty we chat the sunlight away revelling in the starry night. midnight strikes as we scour the only but we want music for…
staccato burst: bordercrossing.
the sign said 5 miles. to canada. sitting in the backseat of the car, heart racing, my mind silently repeating, “are we there yet?” immigraiton officer asks some questions. nods his head. “welcome home kid.” another sign. 150 kilometres. to cobourg. impatiently my heart singing, “are we there YET?” the car (and time) can’t go…
thoughts from (somewhere) near emmundi.
it’s on a train through green lush pastures that my mind spurs wild. we roll past the glasshouse mountains and i’m content because I have just turned 31. i’m on sabbatical. and the journey back from down under to up over is just beginning. watching other drifters daydream out the window, my own thoughts move from…
my (little) life sabbatical.
“life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” -confucius what would you do if you didn’t have to work? what favourite things would you spend time on? what foreign land would you travel? what stories (and ideas) would unfold? what would happen if you were to let loose … to let go…
bare walls and packed-up carboard cartons.
tis amazing how quickly you can fill a space. even quicker how it can be emptied. my 4×4 wall abode was a haven, a reading nook and in the early mornings, a yoga studio. it is where i write. it is where i cry. it is where i rise. it is a space of comfort, of confidence, of…
the hippocampus, buttertarts and applesauce.
tis funny the tiny, intrinsic things that ignite a forgotten moment, unlocking a forlonged memory. like how just now savouring on a piece of banana and walnut bread, staring blankly for a train to rescue me from suburbia, i can taste the creamy banana loaf that grandma used to make. the melting walnut suddenly tastes like the brown sugar…
the boomerang.
as a wise viking once told me, “who knows, australia may be your way home.” eight more weeks until i bid melbourne adieu. the intensity i am enduring is hardly bittersweet. take the sensation of your happiest memory, mix it with clumsy nervousness and then shake it with bubbles of laughter. stir in a pinch of hypertension…
static confusion. 