Bit of rock hopping along the way to this beautiful secluded beach in the Royal National Park, Sydney. It took my breath away. An upsie downsie walk of about 1 hour to get there. And then there were views

Stretch forward... reach back... have a sip. Lol. Not sure how healthy it is, but could be fun. 😋The owner of this cafe recently featured on the Australian TV show War against Waste for offering mugs

I am letting go of the need to be perfect. The house is messy - not dirty - just a bit 'things strewn abouty', but I'm letting go of my tendency to find more chores to do. It seems I have a very keen eye

The Goanna took the lead at one point on this beautiful trek down Lady Carrington Drive. He waddled in front of me and I was unsure of how to pass (they're quite big!!), so I kept my distance and he eventually

I wrote this the other morning when I was walking on the beach. It's actually really uncomfortable when a poem comes out of the blue. In this case, I was just compelled to sit down and write. The upside

Long walk on naked beach turned into iphone survival trip when the rain came pouring down. There was no shelter. I had plastic packed lunch box, the contents of which was fed to myself and the seagulls

Does anyone else feel quite lost? I feel like I've walked onto a new planet, and there's not much that I understand about it except that the faces are smiling. :) It's a strange place to be. I'm enjoying

It's so easy to fill the day with chores... but if you just push yourself ... right out the door, you can end up in far more pleasant places. 😋!

I'm pathetic at intros. I never know what to say about myself and admire people who write in a way that is confident and not-too-full of themselvesy and sound great. With me that doesn't happen. I always

I was consciously aware of myself asking for more intuitive 'nudges' to guide me as I lay dozing at about 5.50am on Sunday. The thought 'go to the beach' came sharply, but I lay there and groaned and moaned

There are women from Rwanda and Uganda on my doorstep... selling paper beads. There is a trash.. and a treasure.. and oh, yes, a woman is feeding her child today. There is music and laughter and flowers

She jumped, but not for very long tho'. The Monsters were all around her, all around, but so were the angels... jumping, bouncing and playing. She jumped once again. Weeeee .. eeee .. eee ! This was starting