My Mantra

My mantra which I try to follow, with varying degrees of success. Love beauty But do not cling Denounce evil But do not feed your anger Watch the world without attachment Let life slip lightly through your hands. It’s important to recollect who we are, when so much is wrong and there is great suffering.

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Sand Crab Art

I have spent a couple of days at Arrawarra, some 30km north of Coffs Harbour in coastal New South Wales. This morning’s walk yielded some delightful images, courtesy of the resident sand bubbler crabs which ingest detritus and plankton and discard the residue in the form of tiny balls of sand. This image reminded me … More Sand Crab Art

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California Dreaming

Here am I in Santa Barbara, city of sunshine and wealth. The weather is perfect, the citizens (mostly) beautiful, the food abundant and delicious, the shops decked out with luxury goods. I am in Lotus Land. By day the streets are abuzz: gleaming vehicles fill the tree-lined streets, sidewalk cafes fill with summer visitors. On … More California Dreaming

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The Gatekeeper

I am the Gatekeeper But not the gate I bid you welcome, reassure you: “You are in the right place”. I am the Guide But not the journey. The path you take Belongs to you, alone. I do not lead But neither do I follow. We walk together, Companions on the road  

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A Young Heart

On my walk this morning, I stopped to chat with a very elderly man on a mobility scooter. It was a glorious, sunny day with a light breeze, the kookaburras were chortling in the gum trees and the sky was that impossible shade of Sydney blue. We talked for a while about our appreciation of … More A Young Heart

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A Feathered Visitor

The bliss of a stroll in the cool of the evening after a hot Sydney day! The air is fresh and the sky is that magical blend of indigo and aquamarine, fading to pearlescent gold above the horizon. Trees loom beside the path, black lace against the fading light, and the undergrowth rustles with the … More A Feathered Visitor

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Rainy Morning

Rain taps gently on the skylight, Filmy curtains cloak the morning chill, Maple muesli toasting in the oven. Lavender upon the window sill. Cosily, I curl up on the sofa, Waiting laptop cradled on my knees. Words are pouring slowly from my fingers, Favourite purple rug around my feet. * * * * *

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