Category: Fear

  • He’s nervous Stops his car in the middle of the road Where do I go for the Breath Work? Park your car and I’ll lead the way He’s surprised at the tone of voice Kindness – an unusual response. Am I the first to arrive? His concerns of such things make obvious his hesitations, His…

  • Right before take off My own mortality moves in, taking a seat on my chest regrets fill my mind What if this is it? A small strip of material around my waist Tethering me to a seat 40 thousand feet up this buckle won’t Save me Flashes of their lives without me My eyes are…

  • The enormity of the ocean The fluffy froth of waves How tiny a plane full of people seems Stretches of buildings diminished to pixels Trees for ever and ever and ever The sun warming everything within reach And the risk Of life above solid ground And trust In other humans And hope That everything will…

  • It’s day three of a snap five day lockdown in Perth – glory land throughout the Covid19 saga as every other city in the world struggles to keep it under control, people dying in the hundred thousands and everyone wondering when this crap is going to end. Here, we have been marching along to the…

  • dreams, deaths and disloyalties

    Have you ever bludgeoned someone to death with a sledgehammer, feeling and hearing the crush of his skull under your destructive force? My gentle, compassionate husband has.

  • A life is a life, is a life. Right?

    I would like to acknowledge that I personally recognise that there exist perhaps three different “types” of people, each of them with a different opinion on what one should do when faced with a scenario comprised of turmoil. In context, the turmoil adheres when the life of an animal is compromised. And by animal I…

  • on Fear.

    Fear leads people to strike out in defence. If we feel as if our truth is being attacked, our learnt behaviour tends to move directly towards “defend.” Cliché as it is right now (though relevant) in popular culture to talk about “fight or flight,” we humans have taught ourselves out of fighting true threats to…

  • “New Home”

    Every Sunday for the last two point five months has been “moving day.” We have been shuffling around France in our little Berly Car (a Citroën Berlingo) with the majority of items belonging to Arlo (pram {do not travel with this one} bag of books, bag of toys, scooter, snow toboggan, etc) from Paris heading…