The shape of things to come
A brighter future for people and planet
In the crooked old house in Kensington the morning sun sluices across the long-neglected garden to spread across the worn timber floor. Out the back there’s a compost heap seeping life...
It’s been three months now since I packed up my life and came here to Peru. The time has flown by in a flurry of activity that’s left me little time...
It’s a strange thing, packing up a life and heading off into the unknown. It’s funny what a life comes down to, really. In a world of regulations, a life is...
It is the season of slowness, both internally and externally. The urge is strong to spend my days inside, reading, writing and watching the grey winter days slide by. Outside my...
I have slowly been getting my life back in order and recovering from a little souvenir illness I brought back from Peru. After so many weeks away or otherwise indisposed I...
It’s that time of year again. The days are still hot, the soil still concerningly dry and the breeze still smells of smoke but they are getting shorter. Summer is slowly...
As may be apparent, 2013 has got off to a busy start for me. Summers in Hobart are jam-packed with things to do, I’ve struggled to find time to write and...
I have a few strange habits: I keep every rubber band that enters my house in a container in a kitchen drawer. The frilly tulle bags from jewellery shops get tucked...
It’s been just over 6 months now since I moved here to the Cottage, looking for a home that would better enable me to live the lifestyle I was after; something...
The shape of things to come 