When Nothing Is Required Of Me
There is a particular kind of quiet that arrives when nothing is expected. No task waiting, no response…
Living In Stillness
I had always lived with people, and then all of a sudden I found myself on my own…
Walking With Quiet Company
I walk most days along the foreshore, not to arrive anywhere in particular, but to let the day…
Carrying Weight Before I Had Words For It
Some responsibilities arrive before there is language for them. They don’t announce themselves as burdens; they appear as…
Writing Without Certainty
When I sit down to write memoir, I rarely know what will surface. I don’t begin with a…
Seeing My Life In Detail
For most of my life, speed disguised itself as fullness. Days were layered. Commitments overlapped. People arrived and…
Harbour Mornings
Morning arrives slowly along the harbour. The light doesn’t announce itself; it edges in, testing surfaces, finding its…
Clearing Space
I used to think clearing space was about leaving — leaving rooms, leaving routines, leaving versions of myself…