Over the last couple of months I've been sending off my poems to publishers and competitions. Only to receive silence in return. Being a writer can be a very disheartening experience. Working away for months, pouring your soul into your poetry only to have it rejected. Last Wednesday was particularly... Read more →

I've just come back from six wonderful days in the bush. Sleeping in a tent, spending the whole day outside under the trees and gazing up at the magnificent stars at night. Sharing my adventure with a koala, wallaby, tree creeper, rufus wren and a mob of white wing chuffs... 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 →

I'm in the midst of moving my family from our inner city Melbourne flat to the outer suburbs. We're swapping the beach for the trees. We've been in our wonderful flat for almost 6 years and although it has been a fabulous home, it's time to spread our wings. My... Read more →

I have just had the most incredible day of pampering, nurturing, indulgence and relaxing. Last weekend I headed north out of town for a retreat at the stunning Lil Acres in Woodend. It's only a 1.5 hour drive from my place but it feels like a whole other world. There... 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 →

I was lucky enough to catch the Wildlife Art Society of Australasia's Wild Awards 2018 at Burrinja Cultural Centre in Upwey before it ended. My favourite pieces were of Australian wildlife but there were also pictures of the big cats, meerkats and hippos among others. The pictures were stunning -... Read more →

Spring has just begun and sour grass season is almost over already. To most people oxalis is a weed. For my girls, it's fun to pick and suck on the sour stems. For me, the little yellow nodding bonnets are happy reminders of sunshine and light. I take comfort in... 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 →