Ode to Waterfalls and Bird Seed

It started with birdseed.

It was there on the side table of our accommodation, next to the usual travel brochures about the area – it caught my eye. 

A container brimmed-full of birdseed, with a gentle instruction to feed the morning birds – cockatoos and king parrots.

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A Glass Factory Turned Café… And My Grandma

I sit here today in a thriving café. The good old whirr of the coffee machine, glass cupboards full of little bits and little posies in water on every wooden table.

Meal comes out. The pink rose petals scattered across the usual avo toast suspect matches my pink herbal tea. Succumb to obligatory social media photo. Continue reading “A Glass Factory Turned Café… And My Grandma”

Silence Speaks

Reflections on a weekend of silence

As I write this, I am sitting in a café drinking pineapple juice and it feels lovely on my throat. My throat – let me tell you about what happened, and I’ll do my best to make it interesting.

How did I lose my voice?

I couldn’t believe it happened to me but pirates came and took it away from me for a few days; they didn’t even leave a business card. Continue reading “Silence Speaks”

On Being

“Hey friend! Lovely to see you. How’ve you been?”
“Busy. Just really busy.”

“Hi! Haven’t seen for you a while, how are you?”
“Good. Yeah, just busy! Flat out. You?”

“Hey {Insert Name}! How are you? What you have been up to?”
“Good. I do things. All the things. In fact, I’m really busy, busy, busy!!! Zzzzzz!! I’m busier than a bee, seriously… they have it easy. What about you? Gosh I’m busy! Sorry, I don’t have time to chat.”

Ok, so that last conversation may be a slight exaggeration but you get the point.

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Why Opp Shops Inspire Me

Something about opp shops inspires me.

It’s just really that je ne sais pas moment … I can’t put my finger on it but then again I’m writing a blog and currently my fingers are to keyboard so maybe I can… Continue reading “Why Opp Shops Inspire Me”