I snuck out of town for a couple of days last weekend to visit a very good friend who has just moved to Tassie. She's swapped the congestion of inner city Melbourne for acreage near Deloraine in the Central Western Tiers. It's a little piece of paradise. She woke me... Read more →

I spent last week camping in the bush at Hawks Nest in New South Wales. I was there with my daughters to attend the Jon Young Music, Nature and Storytelling Workshop. Jon Young is a naturalist, tracker and mentor from North America. He's also an author (What the Robin Knows... Read more →

I spent last week camping in the bush. Five days of being outdoors during the day and sleeping in a tent at night. Breathing in fresh air. Spending time sitting and doing nothing. Falling asleep on the grass under the tall, tall trees. Gazing into the flickering flames of the... Read more →

I spent last week out in the bush with 130 other wild folk. We walked barefoot on the earth, listened to bird song, danced wildly to drums, lay on the grass and gazed up at the trees, visited dragon rock and sat in shelters built with fern fronds. There was... Read more →

Every year I take my girls into the city to see the Christmas windows. I remember my mum taking me to the city to see them when I was small. I'm not sure if she took me every year but it's a golden jewel shining bright in my memory. I... Read more →

Last weekend I hosted a Crafternoon at my place. Long time readers of this blog will know that my favourite thing in all the world is to craft with other people. I love it so much, I invented a word - craftyr. I love the exchange of ideas and creativity... Read more →

This poem is a collaboration. I recorded the words said by my fellow campers during one of the games we played at the Spring Wild by Nature Village Camp run by Firekeepers last week. The next camp is in January next year. See you there. I sat in the light... Read more →

Each year I dread winter and what is coming. It's the time of year when I struggle to create and to remain positive. August is my worst month. I always think it will be the winter solstice in June with the longest night when the blues hit. But June with... Read more →

It was so good to be back here yesterday after the whirlwind of activities over the last few weeks. Winter is meant to be a time to turn inwards and contemplate but I was far too busy for any deep thoughts. Coming here, seeng the creek and slowing down was... Read more →

On the weekend I flew to Adelaide to celebrate 10 years of Ginninderra Press in Port Adelaide. The press has grown from humble beginnings in a spare bedroom in Canberra into a successful publishing house. Wild, an anthology of poetry was created to celebrate the milestone and it was launched... Read more →