Preparing for their Future
I have been submersing myself in the fringes of education over the past few years, starting literally, in the soil, as a garden teacher, uncovering the many layers that go into teaching children. Then I incorporated the many varied theories of teaching through University. It seems …
Close the door!
On cleaning out the shearer’s quarters on the weekend, after being attacked by that emu, I scrubbed every corner of the rooms, in which large evil looking redback spider’s were happily living. By about my fifteenth redback, I was starting to feel them crawling up …
Never get between a male emu and his chicks
Every day, the kids and I race down the road on our bikes, hurtling past flocks of emus, (of which one fella has 23 chicks), and ride around a circuit we’ve made. It’s always a great recharge of energy and fresh air, and a much needed break between …
Back to dust and big skies
On one hand we lived in paradise, looking every day onto Mount Wellington, under a canopy of our white peppermint forest, surrounded by a community of people who laughed, cried and raised our children with us. We both did work that was enjoyable and meaningful. Our …
Snowed In
The roads were closed for only a day or two, but it was enough to remind me how liberating it is to be stripped of choice. With all the soccer, kids birthday parties, library and supermarket missions that ‘must’ be done, it is so nice …
Kick starting the stars
Over the last few months the stars have aligned themselves in the sort of pattern that have spelt trouble for me and my family. They seemed to have been a bit rough on the world in general in fact, with disasters and near misses showering down …
Ode to Shanti
Ode to Shanti When we picked her out from the litter in Geeveston, she had two extra toes and a tumour, and lived in a house where a possum slept in a bed. A black ball of fluff, I took her with me everywhere, forest …
Morning Tea with the Gov’ner
What I came away the most inspired about, after today’s morning tea at Government House, was not the high ceilinged stone buildings or the beautiful timber floored ballroom dented by a couple of hundred years of high heels. It wasn’t even the normal motley crew of passionate, over …
Oura Oura
There is a little white weatherboard house with no power or driveway, sitting on the top of a green sun drenched hill. Looming above it, in true Tasmanian style, is Dry’s Bluff. A stunning rock face which runs East West, meaning that the chameleon like …
Marrawah
All in the name of ‘research’, a friend and I decided to reincarnate a Thelma and Louise style trip to the tip of North West Tasmania. Two women with six kids between us, desperate for a few days off, floral pillowcases from the Campbeltown op …
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