Wow, I can’t believe it’s been six months since I last posted here. Six months where so much has happened. There have been ups and downs in that time. Highs and lows that have marked what I now see was the path to what I’m now calling my rebirth. For you see, in the early … Continue reading Long Time, No Post
30 Seconds To Mars - Year Zero Scorched - The Christmas Fires of New South Wales. The credits rolled up the screen and the creature stirred within once again. Slowly she stood, flicked the switch on the remote and for a moment stood staring unseeing at the blank screen. A sigh and then the now … Continue reading Let It Burn
I don’t want the puppy biting me overly hard because she doesn’t understand the already strength of her own jaws. I just want to bury my face in her wiry fur and cuddle her. I don’t want to have to keep separating the pup and the basset because they’re irritating each other to potentially dangerous … Continue reading The Scribbler does not want…
With the eldest daughter moved back home (and still jobless) and the youngest back from boarding school for a two week term break, along with the man working from home to be nearer to the sites he’s overseeing, each day has felt like someone has scooped up a handful of confetti and tossed it up … Continue reading Life In Fragments
"They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies..." (Crush - Paramore) While taken out of context to the song’s intention. Nothing has ever held more truth for me than that line. Why is it that we allow our mouths to be taped shut and our voices never heard … Continue reading Freedom Of Speech?
I’ve always wanted one of those country kitchens that are the heart of the home, such as my Grams had in the home I grew up in but with our main entry point to the house being through the kitchen door, it’s always felt more like a train station with people coming and going through … Continue reading The Heart Of The Home…
This afternoon after having packed away the groceries, I sat down at my desk with a mug of Columbian coffee, a bowl of fruit salad and eagerly loaded up ‘The Man From Snowy River II’ (which had finally finished downloading during the night), the sequel to one of my favourite movies of all time. I … Continue reading …The Other Door Opens