Mornings are hard. It is easier to roll over into that warm pillow and spiral back into sleep than haul ass out of bed to the bleat of the alarm.

As I shuffle to my writing desk at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, my creative side-kick is a mug of strong coffee. I like my coffee with coconut milk and coconut oil. Coffee in the morning kicks me into gear. It gets my engine started. It warms my hands in winter and on most mornings, is reason enough not to be in bed.

When I’m lucky enough to have a…


Inspired creators create. Creators lacking inspiration slump and whine.

Most creative souls will be familiar with a drought of ideas and energy, that pitiful scratch and juggle of stale thoughts and ideas as we claw after inspiration. We can sit and stare at our screens, pages, pens, canvases, clay, pianos or whatever other medium we are trying to wring a project out of and whine, or… we can grab inspiration by the horns and take a wild, unexpected ride. Who knows where we might end up?

One of my favourite tools for kick-starting inspiration from a drought of creative energy…


With the covid-situation easing in my part of the world, I am back on the bus. In the busy bustle of the city, buses cut between lanes, swerving to the curb, chugging out into heavy traffic and braking dramatically. In a clunky, seatbelt-less contraption, this makes for a jerky ride which I thoroughly enjoy.

Last week I socially distanced myself from other riders by choosing the side seats up the front of the bus. This made the corners, stops and starts more interesting then usual. By sitting side on, I was sitting awkwardly to the momentum of the bus as…


For a long time, this was my favourite tool in my day job. The answer (for anyone who hasn’t heard this story before) is — one mouthful at a time.

Any huge, overwhelming task or project can be completed one bite at a time. If you try to eat the whole thing at once, you will choke. If you focus on the sheer size of it, you often psyche yourself out. The trick is to set small goals and keep chipping away, mouthful after mouthful, focusing only on that next bite/goal. The ‘elephant’ will eventually be devoured.

It is extraordinary…


A situation in my personal life recently took a devastating and upsetting turn. I had the very intense and human urge to sit in a corner and cry and whinge that life isn’t fair and woe is me and wait for someone to come along and fix the yucky.

Unless you’re courting a superhero or have a knight in shining armour tucked up your sleeve, most of us will need to rescue ourselves. Once we are done mourning/healing/sooking we do need to get up. We do need to brush ourselves off and set our boots back on the trail.

Being…


My friend and I headed out of town. It was a beautiful day: blue sky above, grey bitumen under the wheels and dense forests on both sides.

We knew where we were headed and we had a pretty good idea of how to get there, so we unplugged from our phones and navigational systems, pausing our chit-chat at intervals to note the signs along the highway. These signs report, at regular intervals, how many kilometres we were from landmarks and exits.

When you are moving from Place A to Place B you need to put in the work. You need…


A week ago I took a wrong turn and, being extremely navigationally challenged, instantly became horribly, hopelessly lost. Fortunately, because I am so navigationally challenged, I was well equipped for this mishap. My nav-man quickly saved the day by chiming in calm, competent, soothing instructions.

2020 has been a year of unexpected upsets and seismic shifts in landscape and expectation. Nothing has landed quite how we expected. 2020 is hammering home, again and again, the importance of resilience and flexibility and adaptation.

In a rapidly shifting landscape, I have had my own share of personal upsets and unexpected events over…


I garden in jars.

Partly because I am running out of room in the dense jungle of my balconies for plants, myself, three cats and two wild possums but mostly because I want to bring the beauty of the forest inside. In small doses. Behind glass (no dirt trekked through the carpet, no insects dive-bombing my ears).

When I go for walks I scan the ground for the right rock or tiny log to grace the very rudimentary, basic and somewhat unhappy terrariums I fuss over. Many moons ago my friend and I scraped a tiny patch of sickly moss…


Recently, on a quest chasing yowies down a flooded creek in the dark, my friend fell in the mud. I rushed over to assist with more enthusiasm than skill. We both ended up in a puddle, laughing too hard to get up. Friends help friends when they trip into puddles, even if it means sitting in the mud with them.

September 10th is ‘R U OK’ day, a beautiful campaign that is all about having really honest conversations around mental health and how we are travelling.

R U OK day is a reminder to check in with the people in…


In winter, I wake hours before sunrise, rolling out of bed into the dark and cold, doing the zombie shuffle towards the kettle.

After I have convinced my body that we are up, that yes this really is happening, my mind is at its sharpest and freshest. I write new pieces, blog entries and tackle more complex tasks. By mid-afternoon, my mind is slowing down. I edit or study, as I am not firing on all cylinders. As for nights? After a full day of work my mind is moosh. I am barely functioning. …

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