The third of a 7 part series Woman, reWilded on reclaiming cycle wisdom, woman wisdom in winter season. We need the fallow season of Winter. It’s a time for turning inward for rest, slow replenishment and repair so we can great spring and summer with renewed energy. Doing these deeply unfashionable things – letting go …
Wild nature gives me a safe container to be myself, to feel and move what’s inside me. A deep sense of holding and being held. When I walk into the bush in awe and wonder and drop into a soft way of being, the forest does me. There is a sense of other beingness that …
This is the last in a series, WomanKind on reclaiming the feminine. A Dreaming Poem Do you ever feel like you exist between two worlds. This living and waking world and the world of dreams and visions? An origin story invited in by my sub conscious, like this one affirms my Piscean nature. Deeper and …
With every cut of the surgeon’s knife and the smell of cauterised burning flesh I’m taken deeper into the pain and grief of my mother and sisters cancers. I find the pain anchors me to them; I am part of the sisterhood of suffering, with our connected origin story. The surgeon is cutting the little …
Radical Self-Devotion – Care and keeping of you It is nearing the end of 2020. Mind goes to all the things I “coulda, shoulda, woulda” done this year. My body thanks me for stopping, resting, caring and creating more space in my life, more freedom. My mind still the dominant talker agrees wholeheartedly. In this …
This is the last in a series, that completes the body of work called WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine. It’s a poem about the challenges and times of overwhelm, of being a woman – mother, wife, lover, friend, daughter. It is about what perimenopause and menopause ask of us – to pause and to become …
This is the fourth in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine. People like to put others in boxes; they become easier to understand. As women we often identify ourselves in very limiting ways, “I’m the wife of, the mother of, the CEO of….” How often have you asked someone what they do and then …
This is the second in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine. In to me see* Intimacy is not a tap, it’s a wellof bottomless desire to drown in.A vulnerable, devastating place,echoes of my unmet needs.Dark risky places of raw rejection. Intimacy feels chancy, it can go either waydown a long corridor thatends in a …
Are you constantly recalibrating your nervous system from the barrage of the news cycle and ensuing soup of emotions: anger, disbelief, grief, loss, and frustration? Here is a piece of good news. It’s a moment in history, a sacred pause, coined by scientists as the “Anthropause” – the wave of quiet. Do you remember in …
Seven months later It’s the first day of winter in Melbourne. I walk into the room to see my father dying. Consumed by the primal need to breathe, lungs inflamed with aspirational pneumonia unable to draw in breath with the ease of the living. We touch, and he squeezes my hand and groans in recognition. …
