A Thing or Two

A Thing or Two

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Hey kid, come on over here and wipe away those tears. Let me tell you a thing or two about a thing or two, so you don’t go wasting any more time on fools and folly.

Judgin’ by the way you go runnin’ on down the road after love over and over I’d be guessin’ someone told you that you weren’t worth much. More than once, I’d say, looking at the state of you. I’m supposing you keep headin’ on back out there because you believed ’em.
Kid, if he’s runnin’ you are never gonna catch him. Why not save your legs some miles and sit here a while? Take in the view.

Wild Things

Wild Things

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Climb to the top of a hill with a friend, giggle until you burst, watch the sun set and a full moon rise, sleep under the stars, live out of an esky, savour the bitter taste of instant coffee boiled on a billy in the mornings, let the wallabies join you, watch the sun rise, go somewhere there’s no reception, sit by a campfire. Simplify life for a bit. Take a break.

In Circles

In Circles

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My thoughts have been turning a great detail lately to where home is. In these musings and ponderings I have come to the conclusion that the home my heart feels is irrelevant to its bricks and mortar location.

The places I live are where my son and I move in circles with around each other within comfortable silence. The place there is no need to constantly validate the strength of our relationship through incessant speech. I am never as silent, and as peaceful in silence, as when I am with my boy. It is having a house that others use as sanctuary – a place they are drawn to when trouble strikes. It is preparing them food, hugging them, and telling them that it will be OK even when I’m not entirely sure it will be. It is the friends I visit when the same trouble strikes me, and the people who hold me, feed me and tell me it will be OK, even when they’re not sure it will be.

Home, I am beginning to understand, is the people I love who love me back so fiercely that I have moments when tears well and flow over in gratitude.