Three long work days have passed. At the end of each day I’ve worked on my essay for a writing prize that’s due next Monday. It’s about my transition from working in ICU to Palliative Care and learning to talk about death. I’m trying to fit writing into the days that aren’t officially writing days. […]
The Rooftop
There’s a tiny cafe in the back streets of Fitzroy that has a small rooftop space. If you go through the blue door, past the shelves of terracotta potted succulents and up the rickety stairs your morning is transformed as you step out into a little piece of what makes me love this city. A […]
Hay
A few weeks ago I was driving home from work listening to American journalist Krista Tippet (On Being podcast) interview the poet philosopher David Whyte. A friend had introduced me to his poetry readings a while back when I’d needed some centring and his words had had the desired effect. That night the drive home […]
cherish the small moments…
The cicadas have turned it on tonight. The bitumen has cooled off with the rain but that won’t last long. It’s Day Three of the Yggdrasil Riding Intensive with back-to-back tack and sweaty ponies and dust and chats long after the lessons have ended. Most of today was spent at Rose Hill, a friend’s horse […]
farewell to foal
I read somewhere this week that grief is like moving towards a big lake and you skirt around its edges not knowing (but having a fair idea) how deep and cold and dark it’s going to be, so you don’t want to get in. Then you realise the lake is not a lake but an […]
Distractions from editing the novel – the night I sat in a bar in Bali.
It’s Tuesday night. I’m meant to be editing the current draft of The Boathouse. I’ve got a date with my editor at the end of the month, but fuck it, I’ve worked the last three days, I’m one beer in and I’m itching to just have a chat and reflect on the words I’ve written […]
How a horse taught me to be a better nurse
“If your nerve deny you, go above your nerve,” said Emily Dickinson. Only today I didn’t. But I did learn something. From a horse. On how to be a better nurse. It’s mid-afternoon and the sun moves across the ranges like it already has someplace else to be and that winter will soon be here. […]
