Have just learned that the wall of rimu louvre cupboards in my bedroom in the house we bought a year ago are made of the discarded wood from the rebuilt Catholic Church I frequented while the kids were growing up and not sure what to feel. Protected, enlightened, judged, …?

Loving Melbourne’s architecture, clouds and light! I love how light and clouds vary in different places.

I’ve travelled to Wallis Island, New Caledonia, Samoa, China, France, Spain, Holland, England, Canada and America.

I have never travelled to Australia except to transit.

Tomorrow I fly to Melbourne AND leave the airport. What should an easily overstimulated arty type do there?

What I’m saying to you is … I’m rekindling my 🤍 of music as I switch the radio off and rely on my Bluesky community to curate my news.

It truly is a breath of strong northwesterly to have a variation of content on social media today. A mind and soul retreat day before navigating whatever winds blow tomorrow.

(Artwork my own)

Are all the voting pens a soft, insipid orange? Really wanted the satisfaction of a strong definitive colour on my ticks, though perhaps there’s a subliminal persuasion that’s being avoided?

My favourite number Friday!My nana had 13 (very small) diamonds in her wedding ring. My baby is buried in plot 13. I openly receive the magic of 13 for our country this weekend. I saved my vote for today (cos I’ll totally do the embodied mahi as well as invoking magic, all bases covered).

What support is available for neurodivergent voters to vote? Every 3 years I panic that I’m going to tick the wrong boxes due to the sensory overwhelm and unfamiliar environment. Is support available, like a “quiet” voting hour with hot cocoa and marshmallows and a weighted blanket ?

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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

ee cummings

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I hear an e e cummings line on repeat today - perchance reflecting the week that was and the feels that are still being felt about messages caring less for one’s community and more for one’s self.

Poetry makes sense of it for me …