Category: writing
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roadmap
Back in the 80’s and 90’s, to navigate your way around we had a Refidex or Street Directory. Most Queenslanders called it either Reffo or Gregories. In my case, we said Reffo. It was not an easy feat to navigate your way around; all this was pre-internet and pre-google maps. Not all maps were sequential…
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pursuit
Just like the moon and the sun who are constantly pursuing each other yet never somehow able to shorten the distance between the two, I viewed getting old as the same. Both the sun and moon know the distance will never be reduced and they are content with the knowledge of that. Age happened to…
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ageing
Ageing. The word conjures up numerous images of slow old men and women wrapped loosely in transparent saggy skin, deep cavernous wrinkles etched into the face, milky unseeing eyes, warped bulbous knuckles housing crooked fingers bowed from arthritis, and a sparse covering of thinning grey hair atop their age-spotted scalps. These visions come from a…
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sink
My earliest memories encompasses water. Whether it is a pool, beach, lake or running stream. Most of my childhood was spent at the beach swimming, making sandcastles, fishing, and before it became illegal, sitting atop my dad’s land-cruiser with our legs securely wedged under the roof racks as dad drove in and out of the…
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bootlicker
When I was 16 I dated a sweet lad – we shall call him Brad. He was a car enthusiast, a rev-head, and I was not. After merely a week of being totally love struck, I was soon thinking yeah nah yeah he is not for me. Nothing in particular stood out, I just was…
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and so it begins!
Starting a blog has always been a long ago dream. I have finally taken a leap off the platform of comfort and security into the looming depths of an overcrowded online journaling landscape. I do feel a tad apprehensive coupled with readiness to fail forward; at least I am taking that first small movement and…
the happy cactus 