The death throes of a blog

I started this blog way back in 2011 when I was seeking creative direction.   Since then it has meandered across ideas,  creative forms and journeys both physical and metaphysical.    This year my enthusiasm has waned. I’ve taken extended blogging breaks, recycled old material and responded to endless prompts in attempts to motivate myself to keep blogging.   Some of these ideas have worked for a time but only for a time.   Yesterday I tried reblogging an old story in an attempt to generate some blogging energy but already that is energy has evaporated.    I’ve reblogged an old story in this post – the original was written some time in the distant past – possibly 2013 – but it is still relevant.   Maybe even more so.

I’d like to thank all my loyal followers and all those beautiful people who have commented on my weird and wacky posts.   I appreciate your support so much.   You’ve seen me through some rocky times and helped me build confidence in my work.    You have all been wonderful.

I thank all of you who bought and read my novel Outsiders.    As many have said, the story needs a sequel.   I will write it in 2016.

I will leave this blog on the internet for anyone who comes across it browse through but I won’t be putting any new content on it. 

If I decide to start a new blog in the future I’ll come back and leave a link to it.   For now I wish you all happy and safe holidays and leave you with a dream –


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Katrina dreamt she soared up into the night sky surrounded by orbs of lights.   There were others with her.  Together they floated to a City of Light situated above the clouds or perhaps beyond the stratosphere – the actual location was not clear.


Upon arriving at the city they were greeted by tall beings clothed in glowing robes.  Some of her group called them angels but the light beings bore no wings and denied that was their state.   ‘Think of us emissaries from a possible future”, they said but did not elaborate.

The group was ushered into a silver and green expanse that bore a vague resemblance to a classroom.   There they watched a strange sound and light show where vibrational frequencies, symbols and runes merged one into another.  Most of the sequences passed too quickly for Katrina to comprehend but among them she saw spiralling DNA helixes, star maps and images of the Earth from space.   The meaning of it all escaped her yet it affected her on some deep, non-verbal level.  The cells of her body felt to be vibrating and the top of her head tingled.   A most wonderful sense of contentment and optimism filled her.

The show built in intensity until Katrina felt her brains would burst from the impact of the inrushing energies.   She was aware others around felt the same discomfort.   At that moment there was a rapping on the classroom door.

“That’s enough for now,” said a commanding voice.

Suddenly Katrina was wide awake in her bed.  Feeling wired she lay in bed feeling herself suspended between the dream reality and her normal waking consciousness.   Eventually she fell into a deep sleep.

When she awoke she felt compelled to seek out green forests and silver shining waterways whenever possible.    It was there the contentment and optimism she had felt in the dream was at its strongest.


One day when she was out walking the thought came to her that she had a choice.   She could go on doing the same old, same old things and thinking the same old, same old thoughts or she could let the whole sorry mess go.   If she chose, she could experience new ways of being and thinking.  

The thought tumbled round in her brain like a precious jewel.   She scarcely knew how to implement it yet the idea was tantalizing.

Out in the world all hell was breaking loose.  There was nothing she could personally do about it except rail about the injustices and sign Facebook petitions.   The only place where she could effect change was within her own life, her own mind and her own heart.

Annabel and the Bear

I was thinking of publishing some of my very short stories as an eBook then I realised I didn’t really have enough.   Instead I have decided to reblog some of the better ones. I’ve added a haiku to this one and post it    in response to the prompt on


When Annabel was a child she talked to bears. Well, one bear actually. She could remember it distinctly. She’d found it sitting in a corner of her grandma’s roof garden. She was staying there because her mother was ill  in hospital. When she grew up she learned her mum had mental health issues but as a child all Annabel knew was that her mother was often ill and that she, Annabel, was often sent to stay with grandma.

Her grandma was an urban nomad and frequently moved from one house to another and one suburb to another in a way that Annabel found perplexing. She never knew just where she’d end up when she got sent to grandma’s.

The time Annabel talked to the bear her grandma lived in a rambling, crumbling house in the dry bush that fringed the outer suburbs. It was a hot summer and the leaves and twigs cracked beneath their feet as she and her grandmother made the long trek down to the shops to buy supplies. Grandma worried about the heat and the chances of bushfire. ‘I’ve got to get out here,’ she mumbled as she brushed away the cloud of flies that had congregated around her floppy yellow hat. Annabel knew then that the next time she got sent to grandma’s she’d go to some other house in some other suburb.

Perhaps it was this sense of transience that made the visit to grandma’s house in the bush all that more intense. The setting was so unlike the barren expanse of the new housing estate where Annabel lived with her mother and her father, a jovial yet remote man who was often away on business. Grandma’s place in the bush had been designed to blend in with the landscape and the roof garden where Annabel found the bear jutted out into the tree canopy. Annabel saw the bear sitting in the shadows at the back of the garden. He was a very friendly bear and he and Annabel had a long chat about the oddity of a grandma who moved around every six months or so, a mother who spent half her life in hospital and a father who disappeared on business for weeks at a time. It was a very satisfying conversation that put Annabel’s mind at rest.

‘There’s no accounting for the behaviour of grownups,’ the bear told her. ‘Your best bet is to just to accept things the way they are.’

rooftop bear

Annabel agreed and made her way back down to the kitchen where her grandma was rattling dishes around in the sink. When asked what she’d been doing Annabel spoke about the bear. Her grandma gave her an odd look. ‘There’s no bear on my roof,’ she said. She sounded kind of angry so Annabel decided then and there to keep things like conversations with bears to herself from then on. Grownups were so unpredictable and got angry at the strangest things.

It was a lesson she never forgot. When she grew up herself she discovered a lot of the mysteries she had encountered as a child had a rational explanation but conversations with bears on rooftops was something people still didn’t want to know about. She kept the story to herself until she learned about vision quests and earth magic and other stuff too strange to be discussed in most suburban living rooms. On her first vision quest she met people who called themselves shamanic practitioners and spiritual healers. They were people who saw beyond the veils of logic and straight into worlds where spirit bears reassured lonely, frightened children. For the first time in her life Annabel felt she’d come to a place she could rely on.


Time out of mind

“Artefacts at the landmark, known by the European name of Point Ritchie and by Aborigines as  Moyjil, have already been identified in some research as at least 35,000 years old and there are indications it could point to civilisation 80,000 years ago.”  The Standard Newspaper, Warrnambool, Victoria – The Standard newspaper

Point Richie, or Moyjil, is at the mouth of the Hopkins River, Warrnambool, Victoria.   To get there I must drive through suburban streets to a pretty coastal park.  The modern ‘improvements’ of a toilet block, paved carpark and fenced walkways give the place a touristic feel.


Recent scientific research has unmasked the site’s true significance.   In the carpark a new billboard has been erected describing the way the local Aboriginal tribe, the Gundijtmara people, used the area before white settlement.



Looking back up river I glimpse the large homes sitting on the prime real estate on the further shore.   Modern life encroaches on this ancient site but has not destroyed it. Down on the sand the essential ruggedness and timelessness of the place re-asserts itself. 


At the point where the river meets the sea the salt laden winds sweeping in from the Southern Ocean have carved the sandstone into weird shapes.


DSCN9170 Little caves and crevices in the cliff face have the look of sacred grottos –



Jagged cliffs rear up above them –


and rocky sentinels guard the area –

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Away from the ocean the riverside is more sheltered.  Here the cliffs are worn smooth with time and there is more vegetation.


Shells, rocks and charcoal found in the area indicate it the oldest site of human habitation in Victoria – perhaps as long as 80,000 years.  It is a concept that re-writes all previous ideas about how long aboriginal people have lived in Australia.  The geology of the area also indicate times of a very high sea level 125,000 years ago and a very low level 30,000 years ago.   Scientists from Adelaide University are still investigating the geological markings on the rocks.  Perhaps when they publish their findings we may gain further scientific understanding as to how sea levels are affected by climate change.

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Prompts:    3 quotes in 3 days challenge – I got tagged by  Indira for this challenge and decided to give it a go.   I have no idea if I’ve followed the rules – I may have been supposed to tag others for the challenge but I’m not sure how to go about doing that.   I guess I could offer an open invitation to anyone who wants to do it as my 3 days are now finished.    Indira might know more about the rules.  Smile

Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #20 Paradox

‘One of the aims of haiku is to confuse the reader just enough to attract interest. Using a paradox will engage interest and give the reader something to ponder after the last word. Again, one cannot use nonsense but has to construct a true, connected-to-reality paradox. It is not easy to come up with new ones or good ones, but when it happens, one should not be afraid of using it in a haiku.’

Hope for the future–3 quotes in 3 days challenge

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.

Margaret Mead

Tower Hill, Victoria – A fellow blogger who grew up in this area tells me that it was an over grazed wasteland in the 1950s and 60s.   In the late 1960s environmentalists began regenerating the area.   Now it is wonderful bushland reserve.    You can read more about how the regeneration came about on my post –


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A life in process

I’ve been tagged by  Indira for the 3 quotes in 3 days challenge.  

Earlier today I was standing in my studio surveying a pile of unfinished projects and wondering where to start.   It was all too difficult so I turned to leave.   By the door I saw an image I made a couple of years that I have printed out and stuck on the wall.


‘That’s just as well,’ I thought as I read it, ‘for I am definitely not reaching any destinations here right now.’   Smile

Reading patterns

The storm clouds gather

tomorrow the moon is full

– the planets align

                                            Neptune and Saturn

                                      in a stressful square aspect

                                           – how to move forward?



Astrology can be useful tool to gain insight into current conditions, both in our personal lives and in the larger world.  On November 26 Saturn and Neptune form a square aspect (they are exactly 90 degrees apart). This aspect has been forming all year and will be exact again on June 18, 2016 and September 10, 2016.  As long term aspects of the outer planets affect everyone the square aspect between Saturn and Neptune can be viewed as an energetic pattern that will influence our lives over the coming year.

saturn   Saturn honours form and certainty, duty and responsibility.

It promotes awareness of the boundaries and structures we need in order to function effectively.


neptune   Neptune honours compassion.

In traditional astrology a square aspect is regarded as inharmonious and stressful. A stressful aspect of Saturn and Neptune can cause confusion, depression and extreme tiredness.  Some may seek to escape the turmoil in the outer world by hiding their heads in the sand or through drugs and alcohol.

The old structures and ways of being in the world are under stress. During such times the far right seeks to maintain established conditions by imposing severe restrictions that limit our personal freedom. It’s interesting to note that the Salem Witch Trials occurred during a previous Saturn/Neptune square. 



The coming year gives us a chance, collectively and individually, to find ways to ground the spiritual into material reality.  The current square occurs when Saturn is in the sign of Sagittarius and Neptune is in the sign of Pisces. Both these signs are spiritually orientated. Sagittarius is the sign of the spiritual seeker who explores the higher truths through words and travel. Pisces dreams, meditates and listens to the intuition. The square aspect offers us a change to combine these two energies and reflect on ways we can create new expansive frameworks that can take us forward.


Prompt:  Carpe Diem #865 torn apart book (reading nature)

[…] “What is Tengri?” “The word means ‘sky worship’; it’s a kind of religion without religion. Everyone has passed through here—Buddhists, Hindus, Catholics, Muslims, different sects with their beliefs and superstitions. The nomads became converts to avoid being killed, but they continued and continue to profess the idea that the Divinity is everywhere all the time. You can’t take the Divinity out of nature and put it in a book or between four walls. I have felt so much better since coming back to the steppes, as if I had been in real need of nourishment. Thank you for letting me come with you.” […] (The Zahir – Paulo Coelho)