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INDELIBLE​

I am one of the lucky ones.  I found the love of my life, later in life. Someone quirky, different, clever, funny and above all, loving.  We discovered in each other the kind of indelible love that healed  our damaged hearts.

You have stumbled on my secret passion project.  After raising my family and a lifetime working long days, 2020 was to be the beginning of our time together and my first year of freedom from the daily grind. We looked forward to long leisurely coffees, evenings of wine and music, exploring this wide brown land. Yet here I am, no longer part of a 'we' and facing a Robert Frost moment. I never wanted to change direction, just walk quietly together towards our happily ever after. With eyes wide open, we knew this was inevitable and we would always want more time.  This is my bitter[sweet] start down a road less travelled; one that is not of my choosing; one without my soulmate. 

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This blog was intended to be a combination of my style, candid photos and maybe some musings; a diary or travelogue. You'll pardon me while I try to shape a new life worth living and use writing as my outlet. Even though I am writing this for me, if you find something that speaks to you, you are welcome.


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Determination

Drifting and existing are the only words to describe the past two years with self isolation, a welcome retreat from the concern of those...

Goodbye 2020

From a summer of bushfires and choking smoke to a rampant deadly virus and inevitable series of lock downs that followed, as a year, 2020...

Drifting

Time inches along at its normal pace. Days stretch to weeks, now 23 since Chris left. I resist the urge to call him my Chris, a habit...

Borders

The politicians race to put up barriers to this insidious disease as its second wave quietly screams through our Victorian community. ...

I watch

I watch people together; strangers, family, friends I am present but I am not I drift to thoughts of you Wanting to hear your voice...

Empty hand

My hand is empty, seeking warmth Fingers unable to entwine for the ravages of disease Simply resting behind, holding mine Cool and...

Once upon a time...unattainable

As teenagers, we played together in a community brass band. The bandmaster and Chris' high school music teacher was a Pied Piper,...

Squeals of delight

Is it too late or can Australia lead the world in climate recovery? It feels unlikely on this relentlessly hot day.

Day Zero

Endings are a part of life and whether exciting or painful, we look ahead to what is to come. Today is day zero, representing the end of...

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