Inspired by Streeton, Boyd and Blackman…

I’ve typed ‘The End’, and handed the finally-finished novel over for film consideration. My brain’s empty and word-dry, emotions deplete.
So what now?
Go walking, of course…

I saunter down to the bay where the coastline arcs around the mass of water, magnificent and carefree.

Cliffs burn ochre-red in the noon sun, and tiny fish dart among shells and pebbles that quiver under rippling water.

I’m reminded that this landscape inspired Streeton and Boyd and Blackman, and so many others. Those artists knew how to let the land speak to them, then they mirrored back what they heard, gifting us with their visual impressions …

I stand next to the lone seagull and I too listen, hoping for inspiration, direction or just some good old-fashioned clarity.

But I hear nothing: no profound message, no words of wisdom, no call to action.

Then slowly it seeps into my consciousness … swoosh … swoosh … swoosh … and I realise that for now, the inhale and exhale of lapping water is miracle enough.

Slow Living…

embrace-emotionsTen thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind is not clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season
of your life.’

~ Wu-Men ~

It’s mid winter in the southern hemisphere. I’ve finished a novel and sent it to be edited. And as I emerge from the virtual world of my creation and embrace the ‘real’ world, I experience a see-saw of emotions and yearnings.

I yearn for spring. For warmer and lighter days. For tender blossoms and the scent of jasmine. I long for the enchanting world of my finished novel, and I’m hungry and impatient to be immersed in the next. Relief, grief, loss and joy circle my mind and body so rapidly it’s exhausting.

Winter is teaching me to go slow. To stand still and look and listen. Winter is showing me how to let the transition happen organically and find fulfilment in the abundant, ordinary moments.

Giving voice to…

Your story...

Expressing yourself through writing quiets the mind and enlivens the spirit…
Writing helps you move more deeply into the self…offers you a new perspective.

Freeing your thoughts and feelings allows you to see your life and yourself in a different way.

You begin to value the ordinary moments of your life.

You see their beauty, their solidness, their dailiness, and their familiarity…


Your story...




Everyone has a story…

Everyone has a story that is sacred and rich.

Each story is a fabric woven from our life experiences, events, thoughts, feelings, impressions and relationships – and influences how we view our life.Everyone has a story

Being aware of our story allows for creative change and new possibilities.

Stories transcend all barriers

They reach deep into our heart, leaving images that may last a lifetime. Common experiences reveal universal truths and wisdom.

A story of unexpected wisdom lights my day…

The Melbourne summer’s day is dark, stormy and cold. Wind churns the bay. Clifftop walkers braving the elements look vulnerable. I open my mail slowly and without much enthusiasm. Unexpected yellow and violet petals spill from the longest envelope. Pressed flat by their journey around the world they release a faint fragrance.

The letter is from the doctor son of a close friend.

‘Tibet,’ Mark writes, ‘is so quiet, yet so pervasive and profound. I could speak of events, places, people, culture, joy and adversity but in reality my experience here remains, to me, unframed and undefined in language.

‘Understanding has not come to me in a tumultuous storm of circumstance but in moments of silence and solitude and countless other ‘ordinary’ moments’. The focus, is too often the destination, less often the journey and, even more rarely, the here and now.

‘Yet in all of the vicissitudes, in the times of real exhilaration or despair, anger or romantic ‘joie-de-vivre’, there is less significance than in the stillness, the quiet, calm bliss that pervades within us.’

Wise and eloquent, Mark is not yet thirty. After Tibet he will travel to designated third world countries to treat men, women and children who suffer in unimaginable circumstances. He will witness chaos and human devastation, challenging his belief in the goodness of the human spirit again and again.

But already he is learning to tell his story the way he wants his life to turn out.

Everyone has a story