Category: reflections

  • The currawong, the leaf blower and the dog owner

    The currawong, the leaf blower and the dog owner

    New neighbours A family of currawongs moved to the neighbourhood a few months ago. Until a couple of weeks ago, I had only heard and seen four to five of them at a time – in the local park, by my window or in a neighbouring tree – and I considered myself lucky. Thanks to Read more

  • Parts of Me

    Parts of Me
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    “Consciousness emerges from the integration of the parts” ‘Me’-etings Last year, I wrote a book called The Writer’s Dilemma, which I am now in the process of publishing. The book is a colourful invitation into the intimate dialogues of a climate human, Joy Bark, about why she should not be writing. Fresh, spicy and warm, Read more

  • Where is the edge of me?

    Where is the edge of me?
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    “Where is the edge of me?“: Nora Bateson’s provocative yet elusive words are often on my mind. They felt particularly alive lately when I was reflecting on what I/we know and how I/we know it in preparation for RM’s first learning summit. Why? What were these words waking up as I was attempting to unpack Read more

  • Bird moments

    Bird moments

    Magpie; Barrawarn* (*in Woi-Wurrung language) Your only vague points of connection to them were the numerous swooping stories, by either their bird-selves or Collingwood supporters. Until one early morning, after a Dawn Service in January in St Kilda, this relationship changed. It became personal. Barrawarn Barrawarn Barrawarn, it said. Barrawarn Barrawarn Barrawarn, you said. Barrawarn Read more

  • Birds!

    Birds!

    [What best describes your line of work?] Birds! That’s what I should have said! Why not? Because there are unspoken rules [bird-mind-cages?] that dictate what constitutes a suitable answer? Because we all need to sound very professional and serious? Because we are not supported to create our own stories? What good does that really do Read more

  • In service to life

    In service to life
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    Something beautiful is unfolding… That was the strong gut feeling I sensed as I was enjoying reading Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Braiding Sweetgrass. What a treat this book is. An incredibly rich coming together of ideas, words and stories giving texture and grounding to concepts that often live separate lives. Indigenous wisdom, scientific knowledge and the Read more

  • Lichens spirit

    Lichens spirit

    A tale of lichens “In a world of scarcity, interconnection and mutual aid become critical for survival. So say the lichens.” Ever since I read these words in Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Braiding Sweetgrass, I could sense a tale of lichens wanting to emerge and share its natural wisdom with those who might receive it. Either Read more

  • Rivering

    Rivering
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    Following the edge of your river Following the edge of your river takes you to your knowing the edge becomes blurrier the edge becomes the river no edge you are the river following your inner river You find the edge of your understanding yet your knowing has no edge the edge only exists in your Read more

  • Move like water

    Move like water

    Water chemistry At times, the scientist and artist parts of me collide into a strange poetic chemistry. When that happens, an unorthodox metaphor tends to pop into my head which the inner-critic mostly disregards. But, if the metaphor knocks on my mind-door again, and if I am in a state to open the door, I Read more

  • Light

    Light
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    Physics of Life Becoming life what you already are Becoming what is measured photons of light Becoming scattered when you hit matter Becoming what is when observed Flowing through darkness unnoticed For light depends on other to be seen How are you feeling? Universally calm Ordinary Un-fooled Humoured Passing through Light Read more