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A Drink on the Balcony
There was a time when the day rarely ended when it was supposed to. Work might have finished,…
Water as Companion
Water has always been present in my life, though I don’t remember deciding that it mattered to me.…
Waiting Without Impatience
I used to think waiting was something to move through. Time spent between one thing and the next…
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…