Tag: travel
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Everyone needs playtime – adults, children and everyone in between.
Playtime for me (given that it is now summertime here in Australia) means water play and swimming. It means loosing myself to the present moment – of swimming, diving and frolicking in the water. I swim underwater and lose myself in the crystalline beauty of the cascading and rising bubbles of air – rising from…
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Moving from being a waterfall to a well.
I’m writing this post incorporating both my biggest personal and professional challenges into one discernible and highly interconnected and nuanced issue. I am what you could call a ‘waterfall’ – that is my mind is high output – I readily espouse my ideas, thoughts and feelings, much like a waterfall allows the water to cascade…
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Ah the serenity.
Given that I am away camping at the moment, actually I am sitting in my tent, listening to the sounds of the rain as it falls against the taut canvas. This morning shone bright, birdsong filled the air, and the early morning sun’s rays filled the solar panels. I cooked brekkie on the campfire –…
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The importance of feeling like the other – the outsider.
I’m currently travelling throughout Europe, on a family holiday. As an Australian, who is english speaking it is easy to exist in my own little bubble, feeling comfortable and confident in my own privileged sphere. My husband is Dutch, from the Netherlands, but has lived in Australia since we first met during a university holiday…
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Wanderlust Warrior
What are your future travel plans? The irrepressible dreamer within is obsessed not just with travel but also with the mere thought of travel. This includes planning all the intricate and obscure details whilst still allowing for the wonder of spontaneity. I am lucky to have travelled the depth and breadth of my country, Australia.…
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Getting Away …
The break had done Aurora wonders, from the wide-open roads to the vast star studded-expansive skies, and hot ancient healing waters of the artesian baths. Every inch of her was at ease. Which was quite miraculous, given that only 12 short days ago she’d been a pent-up bundle of nerves ready to implode, or explode…
Selectively Juggling 