this isn’t a fairytale but a real life love story. a love story between a girl and a city, a near three-year affair. an affair whose novelty never tired, only deepened. a complicated romance of sorts; sweetly hidden away like the laneways tangled up in this charming urban dwelling. melbourne and the girl. a sexy soiree….
Category: moving hemispheres.
thoughts about shifting life from up over to down under.
the laneway.
it was cold outside but i could not help myself. i had to sit down and take it all in. so i did. baguette in hand i sat down on the curb, my appreciation for what i was observing growing deeper with each bite. laneway culture. the hidden grit that runs between this city’s concrete walls. cafes, a collage…
home.
I remember this place, My small town home. The brisk northern tundra Where the lumberjacks roam. I remember this place, My beloved concrete city. Whose tall tower and cultures Is what makes her so pretty. I remember this place, My quaint, quiet capital. Along the frozen canal Where true love was lyrical. I remember…
combusting …
if the past two years have been a cavalcade of emotions then these past eight weeks have been an epic turn-me-upside-down of anxious anticipation. why the high-strung, i can’t breathe, nervousness? because i am going home. from down under to up over i’m going back to my roots … to fond familiarity, the comfort of childhood and the…
fell in love in castlemaine.
rural beauty. lyrical bliss. soulful birds….sustainable culinary delicacies. warm companionship. wine and laughter…all against a backdrop of cool, country crisp air of quaint castlemaine. morning comes with greetings of dandelion honey coffee; the wholesomeness of baked apples and pastries. the local says g’day as if you are his long-time friend and neighbour. in the subtle silence that…
beautiful people.
people. the world is filled with them. 6,775,235,700 to be exact. well, according to the world bank’s world development indicators that is. 6.8 billion people. that is a lot of mates. which is why we are ever so lucky when a couple of those billion stand out of the crowd, grab your heart and take you…
flurries.
i had the most vividly beautiful dream last night. i was all rugged up, tightly bundled, playing outside. and it was snowing. mass flurries. white magic surrounded me…perfect serenity. is it ironic that i dreamt a winter wonderland whilst waking up to a crisp, cool melbourne morning? it is the last day of may…
secret wars.
Artist: Ken Taylor welcome to secret wars – the biggest live art battle in melbourne – or the world for that matter. indie, backstreet culture at its best, chances are you will only hear the hype through word of mouth. it’s where the banskies of today come to play: graffiti, wheatpasting, tagging, unsanctioned sketching, brick stenciling, postering,…
happy one year anniversary melbourne.
it is amazing to think that a year ago today i stepped off a plane, arriving in australia. although i did not realize it then i recognize it now upon reflecting on who i was a mere 12 months ago and where i am now: this writing exercise has been extremely empowering, reading back on insights and thoughts, being able…
in another lifetime….
…how would you want to live? perhaps a dramatically loaded question so let me rephrase: do you ever stop for a moment – pause in an utter standstill – and take stock of your life? what you fill it with, who you share your love with, where you are spending your days? are you happy? …
static confusion. 