The Mysterious Lavender Bay Duckfish is a shy creature, as elusive as the Loch Ness Monster. And like the Loch Ness Monster, all photographic evidence is out of focus making proof of his existence highly disputable. Although I stare at Lavender Bay every day, I have only seen him twice. The first time, I hardly… Read More
This time 16 years ago I was dressed like a princess in my ivory wedding dress, clutching burgundy orchids with my two beautiful best friends (Hi Sue x) ready to walk down the aisle. If someone had told me on that day, that 16 years later I would be living alone in a waterfront mansion… Read More
In this new, great big adventure, I sometimes get confused. There are times when I feel lonely, sad, fat and emotionally spent and I don’t know how to react. Do I pull out my sword and cry “bring it on bitch — do your worst but you won’t beat me down”? Or do I say… Read More
Every morning I wake up, I smile to myself at how blessed I am to live by myself in such a gorgeous place. As I stumble to the kitchen for my morning cup of tea, I am greeted with this view. If I look the other way, I see the park and hear the water… Read More
Hello body. Create for me a safe home, a home that is an oasis, that is calm, that is flowing with life energy, and that is reflective of my beauty. Allow me to breathe my peaceful spirit deep into every fiber, every cell, and every strand of DNA. Release from your tissues all that is… Read More
Sometimes I still feel like pinching myself — this love affair with the Duck Fish Man seems like a dream. Once I wrote : There is a chance, still, that I could find that person who simply makes it hard to breathe. The way his energy fills the room, the unspoken kindness in his eyes,… Read More
Two months ago on 30 March, Duck Fish Man found my *profile on RSVP and sent me this email (click for a larger view). You have to buy a “stamp” in order to send emails — normally men send a “kiss” first (free) in order to gauge interest, but Duck Fish Man went straight for… Read More
I have learned to relax and let go. I have learned to surrender. I have learned that my pleasure is what gives you pleasure. I have learned that it’s all about psychic energy — you feeling my spirit, my heart, my bliss, my abandonment. Yesterday I learned how to stay in heaven rather than just… Read More
Our breakfast was at a little cafe on Blues Point Road where we devoured our cooked meal like starving children. We smiled in secret at our recent memories, wondering again if all love stories felt as exquisitely magical as ours.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrpSjXo6ah0&a=zA0JJclRk5M&playnext_from=ML[/youtube] Those three words Are said too much They’re not enough All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes They’re all that I can see If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world
Two souls meet in the space between the sky and the heavens, between sleeping and waking.
I write my own story. I am not a supporting character in some else’s drama. I am the author and the protagonist, interpreting the actions of others into my own narrative.