Making A Life From Broken Pieces
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
— Leonard Cohen
Hello, Lovelies!
Welcome to this week’s Oracle — a reading to carry us through the days ahead.
I’m working with The Hero’s Journey Dream Oracle this quarter, by Kelly Sullivan Walden, with artwork by Rassouli. These
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We Leave The Living Till Last
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” — Annie Dillard
Hello, Lovelies!
Welcome to this week’s Oracle — a reading to carry us through the days ahead.
I’m working with The Hero’s Journey Dream Oracle this quarter, by Kelly Sullivan Walden, with artwork by Rassouli. These
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The Treehouse Café
Hello, Friends.
When I was a young child I wasn’t allowed to cook without supervision, but I could make my own breakfast, so long as it was something simple: a sandwich, cereal, toast, fruit. Some small thing I could concoct for myself. And I gave every concoction a magical name and a backstory,
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Small, but not nothing.
“Attention is the beginning of devotion.” — Mary Oliver
Hello, Lovelies!
Each Monday I share an intuitive reading to carry us through the week ahead. These aren’t traditional tarot or oracle card readings. I spend time sitting quietly with a card, allowing it to speak to me through its imagery, its
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Grief Was Never A Season
Hello, Friends.
A couple of years ago I took myself interstate on a solo writing retreat. I was excited to be getting back into writing after a ten-year break due to ill health, so this was my gift to myself. I’d booked a room right at the top of the hotel, at the back, with a glorious view out over
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The Queen of Coping
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Last Monday I sat down to write an article for Substack. I had an idea, and I thought I’d just bang out a draft, edit it, and be done.
But that’s not what happened.
As I wrote — a relatively light-hearted piece — I joked about the time I got stuck in a bathtub, fully dressed, on a solo
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Night Flying – Part Two
Hello, friends.
Every night, before bed, I lower myself to the bedroom floor for my evening meditation. My cushions are there, waiting, in a practice I’ve nurtured for over 45 years now. This is where I end my day. Tomorrow, when I awaken, this is also where my day will begin. In meditation.
My
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Reliably Unreliable
Hello, Friends.
Here at the Treehouse, plans change often. We’re used to it, but from the outside our lives probably look quite chaotic.
My husband and I had organised a dinner out with another couple last night, but one of them was feeling unwell. If it had been someone else, they probably would
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Night Flying – Part One
Hello, Friends.
I ended up on a remote million-acre cattle station in the Kimberley, Western Australia, in my mid-twenties. I was surrounded by red dirt, boab trees, craggy mountains and wide open plains, rivers full of crocodiles, and wilderness everywhere. It had not been my plan to go there, so
Two Thousand Steps Before Dawn
Streaky dawn light and stormclouds at the Treehouse.
Hello, friends.
Yesterday morning I dug deep. Deeper than I usually have to dig. As I sat on the edge of the bed in my pyjamas I had the realisation that I needed to build myself back up, even as I was breaking down. That I could be falling apart
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