A note to self

A black feather lying on dead grass โ€” alone and separated from its life source. As a creative, thereโ€™s nothing quite like finding your tribe. โ€™Tribeโ€™ is that over-used term for a group of like-minds, whose values and interests align with yours โ€” a community of interest. For me, finding that community took years. I …

Reclaiming the curiosity of childhood through walking

Walking and listening near the Wambuul Macquarie River near Dubbo (Wiradjuri Country), April 2024 Walking with intent or simply for joy is a sensory expeยญriยญence of connection with each other and our surrounds in an act that encourages self-awareness. My earliest memories of walking are of holding my grandmotherโ€™s hand as we wandered across bare, …