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.
I’ve shed a few layers this year and learned some hard lessons, just like you reading this. 2019 will no doubt bring challenges, but it will also bring joy, excitement, and some of the best days of my life yet to happen.
It’s like I’ve finally crossed enough territory, that I can look back and see my footsteps with enough distance to understand it and make sense of it.
It’s like working hard in the garden on your body and then allowing yourself the freedom of taking a break; giving the sun and birds and butterflies a chance to play their role in keeping this garden that is your body flourishing and healthy.
The four of us sat in the living room listening carefully. My mum and dad were sitting on the couch and my sister was on a tall stool, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Isn’t that interesting? The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
I imagine emotional triggers like waves crashing over me in a rough ocean. I’m swimming in a beach, somewhere with warm water and white sand. The water is just deep enough for my feet to reach the bottom. I float like a buoy, in rhythm with the water.
Isn’t it strange that the person you are to yourself is different to what everyone else thinks of you are?
I love watching them blob and form and tumble over each other. They are like a reflection of ourselves.
It’s like a blink, a moment caught on pause before it’s flooded over with conversation or movement. I love that kind of photography.