Gifts from the Road…

I’m home.  I slept in my own bed last night. Today I have work in front of me – a long, intense stretch of it, in fact.  But it doesn’t matter.  I feel renewed, and something in me has been mended. Maybe it was all that good roadhouse and bakery food.  We started with a […]

Red Dust and Wattle

There is a wide arc of blue sky above me. Beneath my feet the ground is stones and dust and tufts of brittle grass. The air is filled with birdsong and the thresh and shuffle of wind in the treetops. Apart from that there is nothing. Just sunshine and space and peace. Kangaroos sleeping under […]

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