The Imprints of Life

The imprints of life Salty wet kisses sliding along the nape of my neck Fingers dancing on my skin Sticky palms meeting in the middle  Life Piercing eyes warming me from the inside out A familiar scent reminding me of home One breathing in; one breathing out Life The...

The Wild Woman

She isn’t just a woman who moans and howls, although she can. She isn’t just a woman who wears feathers in her hair and paints ink on her body, although she can. She’s a woman who knows how to connect to her instinctive nature. This is the wild in her. This is her...

Holy Awe

It never fails to make itself known when you need it. It’s the faith you receive when your mind has no answers and your heart starts putting up its shells. It’s the voice which quietly says: It’s all ok, I have you in my plan. It’s that invisible hug you allow...

Opening to life

Open, it cried, open, Taste the salty air.   Open, it cried, open, Hear the dark night howls.   Open, it cried, open Drink in the sweet perfume.   Open, it cried, open Embrace the burning fires.   Open, it cried, open Touch the silken thread....

A place where women can be women

“How might your life have been different if there had been a place for you, a place for you to go to be with your mother, with your sisters and the aunts, with your grandmothers, and the great and great-grandmothers, a place for women to go, to be, to return to, as...

Swimming in the rain

“Do you want to go for a swim in the rain?” flashed on to my phone screen. I was sitting at my desk, dry and cosy, listening to the constant dripping on my tin roof. The least sensible thing to do seemed to head outside to get wet. Yet it was also the thing that sent...

Have you forgotten how beautiful you are?

Have you forgotten how beautiful you are? How powerful, how magnificent, how strong. I had. This morning, despite the vigorous strides I took as I climbed the hill to the lookout point at the lighthouse, I was feeling deflated. I was feeling less than beautiful, less...

Silent-speak

Communication comes in many forms. It can come on the top of your morning chai. An apology from your barista expressed with a line of cinnamon. A symbol of peace spoken without words. A mutual understanding that needed no nod. It comes in colour. Gothic black....

The nose knows

During my years of working in downtown Melbourne, I had one pet hate: the entrance to the Myer department store. I’d literally hold my breath as I walked through the doors. The mix of warm air and scents of perfume and sprays coming from the ground floor cosmetic...

The blessing in a black eye

I recently experienced my first black eye. Before you presume, no, I wasn’t bashed, nor was I in a car accident or on a sporting field. Rather I was sleeping in a strange bedroom where I’d somewhat stupidly decided to leave the door half open. Can I emphasise: NEVER...

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