March 27, 2014


(This post was made by Dave!)

Towards the end of November, I was lucky enough to take a trip to Western NSW. We took the back road to Ivanhoe (using a rail maintenance track), and continued on to Broken Hill. From the South Australian border, we headed east through Wilcannia and then followed the Darling River to Bourke. On the way home we passed through Brewarrina, Walgett and Coonamble.

The highlights were seeing the Mendindee Lakes, which are an Oasis in the semi-arid grasslands. Stopping off at the Living Desert sculptures at sunset and most of all stepping back in time to the paddle steamer days and checking out the sandstone buildings in Wilcannia.

I loved the hot, dry air and the wide-open plains. The sunsets were incredible and the Chinese food in Bourke was some of the best I have ever had.

March 14, 2014


A little over a year ago, I took a leap to take the words I write beyond my journals, assignments and realms of this blog, and responded to a tweet that called for writers for a new publication coordinated by Luisa Brimble. This lady is gifted in so many ways, but most especially in the ability she has to have been able to successfully fulfill one of her dreams and bring a whole bunch of other great creatives, photographers and writers along for the journey - the result, a beautiful magazine called Alphabet Journal. Alphabet Journal is about families, in every way that they come. It doesn't strive to be glossy or picture perfect but to be real and honest. 'Alphabet Journal is a brand new magazine for people who make a home together.'

Only just a month ago, Alphabet Journal went live on Kickstarter, looking for supporters to bring this incredible publication into print, and after just a few short days the goal was reached! Now with just one day left, extra support in ensuring that the next issue will be printed. If you have a spare moment, and some spare dollars, go and check it out and encourage the continuation of honest dreams that build community and inspire us to not lose sight of potential in all of us!

March 10, 2014


This is when words will never be enough. My heart explodes with thankfulness, joy and an ever increasing love for this guy. Today is his birthday. I'm grateful that we were created and brought into this world to be alive at the same time, life is as it should be with you in it.

March 5, 2014

“I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one.”
Patti Smith - Just Kids

March 4, 2014


I sat at a table laid for afternoon tea with three other young ladies and a few notables from our regional area. I picked up my napkin and unfolded it on my lap, hoping someone would notice the modest symbol decorum, a sign of the hours I spent reading Ita Buttrose's "Every Ocassion: The Guide to Modern Etiquette" while I was growing up. I trusted as I ate quietly and slowly, a presence of grace would be noted. The conversations around the table covered relevant and recent events around our town before focusing on a television documentary featuring Trundle, a town 45 minutes down the road. The one time I had caught the show, I hadn't felt it grab my attention enough to ensure I'd turn on the television at the same time the following week, so knew few details of the plot. When the man to my right asked for my opinion on the matter, I'd stated that through my one encounter with the show I'd believed it to be a dismal viewing experience, not seeing its purpose. As he continued to eat his piece of cake, he told me that he owned a farm in Trundle and had appeared on the show, more than once. In that moment I felt every part of my body go red with embarrassment. My innocent honesty had gotten me into trouble yet again, and I hadn't even been to Trundle.

After two years of living in this region, I went to Trundle a couple of weeks ago for the first time. It is the community that featured in the ABC's "Country Town Rescue" and boasts of the widest main street in New South Wales and the ABBA Festival. As it turns out, Trundle isn't that dismal at all, possessing a deep history in its architecture, a great bakery, a famous pub and that iconic Australian charm that exists most potently the further you travel from the city.

February 23, 2014


I feel that lately I've been harping on with lots of thoughts from our travels, but I can't help it. I think because we keep such full lives, enjoying weeks that are packed to the brim, our holiday was so deep in contrast that it brought clarity and space to consider ideas and engage in the kind of thought life that is so filled with possibilities - that usually I just don't have time for. I miss that space immensely, and can't help but wonder if that is the reason that my dreams keep taking me back to New York City, to the places where I found a familiarity in the shadow of tall buildings and the vast depth of unknown, in a constructed landscape.

These photos are from the day we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. We started on the Manhattan side, where the walkways where thick, filled with people stopping to take pictures, record their memories and take in the view of the city from a few footsteps off it. The further we walked the crowd thinned out as many turned back rather than walking the whole way over. Not to have a go at the world, but proverbially, its was an interesting observation. The scribbled names and locks attached encapsulated the visits of many before us and their small claim to a piece of the bridge, embodying the hope for significance in a city so big.

February 16, 2014


Today we are watching rain drops fall as a kind relief from the heat that has enveloped our town lately. This year I've silently tried to hurry summer along, uncomfortable with the way it confronts us daily, the temperature seems resilient. Absent from the Australian Christmas break, it is like we walked into a movie more than half way through (which funnily enough, we did yesterday).
Having fled the heat for the northern hemisphere winter, we missed the long afternoons when everyone stops work and communes at a friend's pool or takes a trip to the lake, and revives in the seemingly endless days, while the sun lingers on the horizon.
Instead, we stepped onto a tarmac hot enough to cook a bacon and egg breakfast, beyond the days of available freetime, we adjusted to the work-life routine.

The cool change takes me back to our summer spent in the midst of winter, and the grey skies provide solace in nostalgia, to read books in new cafes, not know what will be for lunch, and what we will see and do today.

Autumn, return soon.