It’s six o’clock on Friday evening at Hurstville station and I walk up to the concourse from the platform below. I’ve just beat the swathes of commuters who will soon follow and swallow up…
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The beans, peas and lettuce have just sprouted. I planted them seven days ago. I’m growing a pretty heirloom pea called ‘Golden Podded Pea’, the seeds of which come to us, apparently, from…
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We’ve arrived back home in Sydney after a long absence. We were away for eight months and we both started to miss home in a steady, ongoing kind of way. Before we came back,…
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I went to my first ever Evensong service recently, at St Paul’s Cathedral in London. For the uninitiated, as I was, Evensong as it’s known today has a tradition of about five hundred…
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I spent the last ten years not pursuing joy. I had times of thankfulness, of happiness, but I walked through the better part of a decade of my life feeling restless, feeling like I…
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I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning…
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I distinctly remember the moment, in my early twenties, when I decided to figure out what living a full life looked like and to follow that path. I made up my mind not…
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“What do you think about before you go to sleep at night? What are the first thoughts that come to you in the morning when you wake up? What keeps you sleepless in the…