High winds will unsettle your average air sign, I want to stand out on the highway astride a broomstick and fly away somewhere, just go wherever the wind is going to blow me. What weighs me down is attachment to the belief that this physical world is as physically real …
Archive for September, 2010
As much as young Grace likes to kiss baby crocs now, I think I will stick to kissing frogs and take my crocodiles in pairs of shoes! (Fake of course)
Mum’s personal favourite began like this, “I love a sunburned country, a land of sweeping plains…” We didn’t see much of that growing up in the outer reaches of Sydney but we knew it was Out There all the same.
