I can’t believe i had forgotten how much i love walking in the rain. I overtook the headwaters of the long slow puddle reading gravity carefully down the hill, nudged accumulated leaves from the drain with my sodden toes, encouraging waters’ journey to the creek below to bypass my front step. Wet as i was & undaunted, i tackled every wayward journey of this downpour, … Continue reading i love walking in the rain…
it is a small lapel pin maybe 10 cents big but people believe it truly today at Tesco the young man at the checkout at first looked shocked when i returned his question of what i had planned for the weekend but i can tell you now what he will be doing exactly every day including on Monday and he shared with me pictures on … Continue reading i do really love stories …
dear home i love you so deeply that wherever i tread, you are under my feet across five countries and as many languages many people have asked me for directions or which train they should catch or how to find their platform after i apologise for not speaking their language and explain i am from Australia mostly, humbly, they have asked again in English i … Continue reading with such deep roots, i am home everywhere …
centuries of believing in the future have shaped this place solidly against tempest and storm off all weathers and times & apart from stone hewn with hands made strong with dinners baked with love & loves labour in a home built with love and cherished always, there is strength nourishing all who grace the door, embraced wholly in this place made with love looked after … Continue reading where love lives
what color is it? what does it taste like? is it nourishing? does it smell delicious? i watched seriously tired people at the end of a day when a chill rain had moved in still happy & for the love of it put vast quantities of good food together from cooking pots that take two people to lift and more than one small child could … Continue reading what does love look like?
dear home i love you i love that in your embrace i have known the taste of tears but not tear gas i love that the sound of sirens there usually lets me know help is on its way i love that your waters largely do not taste of desperation & that i may write & speak poetry there without threat of imprisonment or exile … Continue reading so many more things to love about you than i knew…
the whole world is wondering what on earth is going on Continue reading stay safe not silent …
i am lucky my home is not a memory under rubble Continue reading what if home is not there anymore?
quietly in the dark in condensed wet outside tiny spires of ice grew together in clusters reaching, reaching far into the sharp night air before being blunted by the inevitable sun now gently filling the clearest of skies Continue reading ice castles
love letters from abroad ~ BNWXXVI 