Being ‘deeply’ seen.



It is the year 2015 and I’m in love with this year.  And that is not because it has been a particularly lucky year, a prosperous year, nor has it been my most memorable year to date.  There has not been any intense life defining moments, like the birth of a child or a career change.  It has simply been months of time like turned pages in an novel.  One that I’ve spent some time reading passages of, making sure I’m in sync with the narrative.  Making sense of the day to day and being thankful for the ordinary.

Status Update: this morning I went for a run into the Rocky Cape National Park, from the Sisters Beach boat ramp inland, past the Doone Falls turn-off and onto the untouched sand of Anniversary Bay on low tide.  It was an hour of BREATHING, blood pulsing and scrub sounds in the periphery of my twittering thoughts.  There were meditative moments, but I was surprised at how much my head rambled with other stuff and feet hurt.

I was more numb than I would’ve liked to be, alone in the muted- green rolling landscape with the foreboding wind of a low front pushing me from behind.  My solo presence did bring me closer to many birds going about their morning flight.  I had eye contact with a Robin red breast and low flying Pacific gull.  Did a yoga stretch on the sand, alongside feathered friends.  Wiggled my cold feet one at a time, balancing on the shoreline and ran like a mad thing back to the car.

With lunch, I watched Brene` Brown on YouTube.  There are a few TED talks I’ve been checking out, as recommended on Brain Pickings.  So I sucked back a Chai and thought about ‘honouring the ordinary’, as inspired by her words, something I’ve nattered about with my sister before in general conversation and probably also here.  Us saying ‘yer think?’ about how it’s nice to elevate everyday moments in photography and art in general.  And Brene`, pronounced with the same sound as Renee if you’re wondering, is a researcher who looks at how humans numb fear and pain in place of allowing vulnerability to be seen.  Her analysis suggests that we can not numb one emotion exclusively, so when we numb eg. fear, we are also numbing joy.  We numb with medication, food and booze to name a few?  Exercise endorphins too?

It got me thinking back to my status update (which I did not post to FB because I’m too vulnerable? for that?), about running in the bush and along the empty beach, feeling a bit numb and sore in spots, and ordinary when I might have preferred some kind of spiritual renaissance of ‘my persona’ in that wild and wonderful place.  Nah, but it was beautiful.  It always is having that space and connection to the elements, only I might better celebrate my vulnerability, living with it.

Tan framed with morning cuppa


What’s your next best move, baby-cakes?

Have you felt like you could choose to do one thing that will lead down one track; another thing and there’s a new trail, with a whole different vibe and crew along for the ride?

crater lakeside
Crater Lake, Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania. The cool kids.

There is often a really clear answer to a question like “what’s your next best move, baby-cakes”?  You just automatically make choices.

Have you ever felt your options open up a “sliding doors” kind- of movie moment (you remember the fab film with Gwnyneth, the defining moment which lead to romance, an alternative life?).

Have you felt like you could choose to do one thing that will lead down one track; another thing and there’s a new trail, with a whole different vibe and crew along for the ride?

There’s that kind of liveliness about the regional coastal area where I’m living in Tasmania at the moment, autumn is just filled with events ( and the usual regional social ‘bobs your uncle’ go- to’s) every weekend.  Choose between a funky musical/ story-telling event like, the bighart Acoustic Life of Sheds Project, or go along to your neighbours Body Shop party.  Like I said, some decisions are easily made, but have you stopped to wonder just how much you’ve actually changed the course of your life at times…

Jane's Shed, photographed spectacularly by Hannah Sadler, March 21, 2015.
Jane’s Shed, photographed spectacularly by Hannah Sadler, March 21, 2015.

Stop the clock a moment to consider.

This fortunate situation you’re in;  having choice, opportunity and motivation to give new things a whirl.  What are some of the defining turning points of your life to date?  There are no doubt surprising and dumb choices that have each thrown up new experiences in front of your face.  New people, work or travel experiences realigning your trajectory.  Knowledge.

Are you hard-wired for endurance, you stick to a task; perhaps you even have an old grind that has consumed a good part of your life?

Some relationships seem destined to dog you for all your days, others blow in with sweet promise.  Light bright liasions.  Safe people.  Heart pumping people.  Together or alone; the power of places, of stories.  The intricacies of life.  Choices.

How lucky are we?  Having the freedom of choice.

Tasmanian Aboriginal Petroglyphs from the Arthur- Piemen Reserve, like a signpost or a story.  A blog post from pre- colonised Tasmania...
Tasmanian Aboriginal Petroglyphs from the Arthur- Piemen Reserve, like a signpost or a story. A blog post from pre- colonised Tasmania…

For part of my novel redraft (number three) research, I revisited some favourite places on Tasmania’s West Coast recently.  I met some interesting locals and immersed myself in the quiet solitude of the coastline here.  The decision to go down to Arthur River and do this research (adding so much value to my writing practice), was fed from many different moves, sources, people.

It felt like I’d just come from the scrub out onto the beach, with a fresh water source, a sheltered bay close by for shellfish collection and the ultimate hut site with 360 degree views across the landscape.  The petroglyphs were like an ancient cairn.  I was on the right track.  I’d got to the right place for this time, anyway.

It was arguably my best move, getting my barge arse down to Sundown Point before the business of redraft number 3.

How do you want to feel this Summer?

So, I got an email from this woman a couple of days ago and I liked the idea of her motivation to share around “how you want to feel this summer.”  There were some nice ideas on her pinterest page that her email linked to, but it was “her” story, not mine.  It made me wonder if I could do a blog post, that emanated the kind of feeling I wish for this summer.  Could it be a feeling that resonated with others?

Tell me if you get it?

The crazy thing is you and I know everybody has a unique perception of good living and that is the most wonderful thing.

Here is a summery feel, wrapped up in a short vimeo moment.  There are notions of good health, sunshine and being carefree in this vimeo clip below.  I just LOVE these bathers!


My family, each one of them, are a strong element in my living.  Fire, air, water and earth.  They are a part of me that at another level is lovingly felt in my deepest self, and I hopefully am in the most loving way, associated with the same vibe.  I wish for that feeling to remain strong this summer and always.

Oh, the freedom though!!  Of these spunky gals on their long boards ripping up Mexico.  Long lithe legs and dashing ocean wear…  Just being in a moment, so strong, beautiful and light, is surely a feeling that not only I could aspire to, this Summer!

Do you read me, wild women?