On the train to Canberra the soil drowns in sunshine and not a lick of water can be found to quench the thirsty land. Kindle-ready strands thrust malnourished fingers to the sky as dust balls dance around sweat laden hooves, the woolly creatures morphing with the landscape, twins wearing the same colours. Scottish sticks stretch … Continue reading Scorched
It is a gift we humans have, to be able to ponder our own thoughts and distinguish our unique existence in a world filled with chaos, the mundane and mind-numbing repetition. It is a privilege to be able to think about our thoughts and take hold of deeper understanding. Let us always be diligent, … Continue reading Polymorphic Harmony
Photo by Dawn Armfield on Unsplash It’s not my fault, she implores as she flings herself across the tinder licking up the final drips of moisture, crying over every molecule ignited by her rage as her heart burns the land, leaving a sepia stain on the sky. I didn’t want to do this, she screams as … Continue reading Heat
I was fearless once. When my words spilled out recklessly, wild, untended - a garden let loose. Nothing else mattered but the words as they grew from my deep and flowered, majestic in their exuberance. For many sleeps my garden has been fallow... left to a seedless season until the rain started and the deepest … Continue reading Unafraid
I don't believe in small talk. To begin with, it feels staged and obligatory and not at all like how humans desire to interact with each other. I've not actually met another person who genuinely enjoys small talk. It's like we do it because we feel it's etiquette - the right thing to do. But … Continue reading I don’t believe in small talk.
This post does not pull any punches. It's about homelessness, the reality of self and personal agendas. It is not targeted at anyone but myself and the experiences I have recently had on this topic. I realise it may not sit well with people. Please consider your responses before you comment. I appreciate you reading my … Continue reading Looking with eyes closed
Yesterday was 22 years since Andrew and I tied the not. I thought, back then, that I knew what love looked like. What it felt like and how to be loving. Boy, was I so naive! It was all those things but so much more than I can even now put into words.
As part of Mental Health Month, I will be sharing more on what my day to day life can be like as a Christian living with Bipolar 2 Disorder, Generalised Anxiety and Panic Disorder.
I hope to uncover some real life battles that go on and how I am learning to manage the onslaught, fight the battle and come out stronger in my faith and my wellbeing.
Sometimes it's good to do things that remind us to keep focussed on getting better. Because it's pretty certain we are going to need to listen to that 'me' that got the revelation and stop listening to the one who is freaking out! So it's Monday. Mondays are a day that I waking up feeling … Continue reading A Mental Health Reminder to the Me I Want to Be
Every now and then reality bites and stings hard and fast. Before you know it, you’re slipping down that memory mudslide full throttle with no brake and you’ve had the wind knocked out of you. This happened to me just a few minutes ago. I had a moment when I was re-experiencing a creative work … Continue reading When Reality Bites
It's 10:23 pm on New Year's Eve, 2019. I am sitting on the sofa bed in my mum's house in Canberra, having a bit of trouble settling for sleep and trying to keep my eyes from getting dryer due to the smoke that has seeped into the house via that silly little window in the … Continue reading Please Pray for Our Fire-Ravaged Nation
She throws herself down in great torrents,pounding the parched earth with desperate fists, aching to crack it open anddesperate to quench its deep thirst. Mouth wide like a baby bird, he gulps, swallowing the life-giving wet like a dying man, grasping at each rivulet that tries to run. Her rage thickens as each drop … Continue reading Hail
She’s like sunshine, her tiny pigtails wrapped in yellow bows and her feet dancing an excited jig as she laid eyes on us. Running, her little face beaming, she jumps into my arms and nearly knocking me to the floor, I am surrounded by her warmth which lights up my soul. (c) 2018 Miriam E. … Continue reading She’s like Sunshine
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