• Telling Your Story,  Work in progress

    Where memory meets me

    The wind rattles the corrugated iron roofing, the straight ghost gum at the back of the house sways, drops branches that make a whipping crack as they hit the earth. Relentless rain batters at the tin for hours and I chant a mantra over and over please stop raining, please stop raining. It continues for days on end and we battle to light the fire even with the use of kero, its blue hued liquid fizzing against the damp kindling. Endless hours turn to days. Wet, wet, wet. We watch the river, holding our breath, and then it rises. Rises like a monster awakening from slumber. Water covers the rocks…

  • Telling Your Story

    The Magic of Christmas

    I’ll say this straight up. I don’t believe in God. And I think that religion has a lot to answer for, especially when it comes to the treatment of women. BUT. Humans thrive on ritual and rituals are important to our community spirit and to help us deal with many of the ups and downs of life, like births, deaths and marriages. So if I don’t believe in God isn’t it hypocritical to celebrate Christmas? I don’t go to church unless it’s for a wedding, funeral or christening/baptism. I shouldn’t be celebrating the birth of someone that I don’t believe in. BUT. I do believe in a higher entity. I…