I am a huge believer in ‘date night’. Life happens. Unless we catch our balance, it keeps happening. Hours spin into days, days whirl into weeks and years slip past. For folk not familiar with the term, ‘date night’ is a time when you and your romantic partner pick a…

It was a bright, peaceful Sunday morning. I was off to a writing workshop. Not a lecture, where you can hide in the back-row, or a class where you can avoid eye-contact by copying down every point the presenter is making… but a workshop where you write and share. A…

I got lost in a car-park. Being severely navigationally challenged, this would not normally be remarkable. Except… this was a shopping centre I have visited almost weekly for the past fifteen years. I was daydreaming, took a wrong turn and suddenly I was in a starkly unfamiliar location. I slapped…

We recently had a gardening adventure at work. We were gifted a beautiful array of donated plants. The team cheerfully volunteered to re-home these into a shady, tree-lined backyard. The day started out well. …

Life is filled with bumps, unexpected turns and upsets. It is very easy to focus on the jolts and the worries. Our minds have evolved to linger on the predator circling the campsite, not the happy, the joy-filled, the mundane. How do we pull our mind off our worries and…

I love things. Old things. Mysterious things. Quirky thing. Created things. Things I can buy. Things I can fiddle with. Things I can touch and poke and heft and try on. Things that have a story. Things that are baffling. …

I went axe-throwing. We watch those zombie and apocalypse movies and figure we could master something like axe-throwing if required. Not so much. It was a lot harder than it looked. Time after time the head clunked into the target or skewed off. I counted steps. …

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…

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…