You stop taking things so damn personally. After all, it’s not really about you anyway.
Whenever I go to the Blue Mountains, I like to imagine I’m going back in time. From boarding the rickety old tin train at Central station to off-boarding at the center of town, breathing in that cold mountain air.
Slip off your shoes,
and set them by the door.
These are the ‘gateway drug’ books that introduced me to reading and changed the way I saw the world.
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.
We all have three states of mind: rational, emotional and wise. Most of us tend to have a default state, which one are you in right now?
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.