Now that I am at the pointy end of life, it's funny how my thoughts tend toward 'the end of all things' as Tolkien described the end of the world. Don't get me wrong, I am appreciating every day I'm given as if it's my last, well not quite, but I am living my life … Continue reading The end of all things
My husband retired at the end of June this year. It was a difficult decision because he loved his job. He was finally working for a company that didn’t take advantage of his nature. They respected his ideas and were open to new ways of thinking. Since then we have both switched off, pretty much. … Continue reading A Necessary Wintering
When I was little I loved the really cold weather because it meant the snow wasn’t far off and snow was the best. Ice was pretty cool too. I loved finding frozen puddles and trying to skate on them or to see how much effort it took to crack the ice.
The last time I slept well I think I was fifteen. From then on late nights, parties, finding my bed in the wee hours and questionable nutrition were the enemy of my circadian rhythm.
Sometimes Auntie Pat would paint our nails and do our hair, that was the best. I loved the ticklish feeling as she painted the stinky nail polish carefully on each of my well-bitten nails.
Glyn was a rock drummer with hair longer than mine. He wore a cowboy hat and cowboy boots and more denim than most. I fell in love with him before we met.
She was a young mum when she came to Australia with my dad, three children and another on the way. Dad came to work at Monash University and mum looked after the household. A traditional sixties family. Full of dinner parties, Sobranie cigarettes and very dry white wine.
I sat down to type up my notes about creativity. Then I remembered the date and sat here thinking about my dad.
Every intention I used to make New Year resolutions. Lose forty kilos, save a million dollars, write a Nobel prize winning novel. Then I would feel guilty for failing. Cue my inner critic: 'Well derr.' I have a habit of setting the bar too high. In school I aimed for A+. I was never happy … Continue reading Every Intention
A little voice in my head kept telling me I was in denial. Maybe I was in denial about being in denial. Perhaps what I thought of as staying in the moment was avoiding reality.
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 