Covid showed us how quickly we — as individuals and as societies — can change when necessary. Entrenched global systems thought to be immovable were transformed, and despite calls for ‘returning to normal’, we can’t go back. Our next task is to look forward and channel that same dynamism into creating meaningful, lasting change to curtail the disastrous effects of climate change. Now that we’ve all had a go at baking sourdough, I reckon it’s time.
January 16, 2020 | Sydney
Today I sit with my laptop on my thighs, the breeze blowing in smells of eucalyptus and damp woodchips from the garden my mother has toiled over for the last few months. It rained. Instead of the cracked sharp air of a starved landscape, there’s no smoke.
“Move like you love yourself.” Peeling up from table top to downward facing dog, I begin to cry. Loving a broken body is hard, Adrienne. But I try to do as she tells me as I struggle through each yoga practice: breathe love in, breathe love out. It had only been six weeks since my relapse began, and I was on my journey through my first 30-day yoga challenge, starting January 1st.Continue reading “Convalesce”
Precious, thirst-quenching, and so easily taken for granted.
When I was about seven years old, I sat on the rug in front of the TV eating my morning Vegemite toast and watched my own private horror show. Sesame Street was on. An animated cartoon segment played, in which a young boy went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and left the water running as he did so.Continue reading “Water is Life”
Speak with a language that is understood not through yelling, but through passion. A gaping chasm of apathy has formed between nature and society; aim to find a way to build a bridge between the two.
You were the ocean and the trees all at once. You were the flames in the leaves of a forest fire, and you were the wind blowing my hair back on the ride of my life. I still miss you, even now, but only on days ending in “y”.