Perhaps if I had not experienced grief the way I have I would have opted for a small, practical wedding – or I wouldn’t have been getting married at all.
I didn’t move to Australia to be comfortably miserable. I moved here for adventure; to grow and expand. 2020 starts with a rush of adrenaline as I leap into the unknown.
“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious” – Carl Jung
After two years of living the life of urbanised Kings Crossers, we decided to make the move to northern Sydney.
We are literally held down by a gravitational force on a rock that is spinning through and infinite amount of space. Having control is an illusion.
I don’t know at what age I stopped being a “winter person”, or maybe I never was. Maybe some people are born with summer in the hearts, and others with winter.
Alas, their story may not involve tangled up dog leashes or mute mermaids saving strange men from shipwrecks…
“I’m indestructible,” he whispers in my ear. “Nothing bad can ever happen to me.”
A pre-emptive gratitude journal written in no chronological order for each day of February, just to help me get through this month when the daily grind starts to encroach in on my spirit.
I wonder if there’s a way to integrate Gunu Village into daily Sydney life? Like if all apartment blocks had regular social nights to get to know your neighbors, where people who cooked a lovely meal and couldn’t finish it could share it.