Duckfish’s eldest son has been staying with us over Easter. We have been kayaking on Narrabeen Lake and driving off-road in the Meryla State Forest between Moss Vale and Fitzroy Falls. Damn kayaks had no rudders — left, left, right, left, right, right — fuck I’m exhausted! Like father, like son Jeepy taking on the… Read More
Getting dressed is the first step. A pair of stretchy legging with enough substance to hold me in. A sports bra that still fits and a singlet with built in support. I have boobs now that need restraining. I put on my socks and sneakers. I look in the mirror and ignore the judging voice that says I look so much bigger than the last time I wore these clothes.
Twinkle lights are the perfect metaphor for joy. Joy is not a constant. If come to us in moments — often ordinary moments. Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy because we’re too busy chasing down extraordinary moments. Other times we’re so afraid of the dark that we don’t dare let ourselves enjoy the light.