Wednesday, April 06, 2016

Running uphill

Nestled beyond the grandly dilapidated, beautiful decay of the Callan Park buildings are rugby ovals, cricket pitches, and soccer fields. Georgie had soccer training at one of these fields last week and not only did she play a spontaneous hide-n-seek game amongst the pine trees and unmowed grass during a rain break but at the end of practice hurridley trudged up this little but very steep hillside. There she was, clad in her cleats and Bucky Badger tshirt hustling to the top. And then rolling back down, which of course makes me think of the Little House on the Prairie closing credits. I am pretty sure that all kids in the 1980s rambled down hillsides no matter the natural hazards thanks to the Ingalls children.

But of course, it is also the fiery, shimmering words of Kate Bush that come to mind. Utterly timeless, and applicable to real life. Keep running, be running, or still running is a touchstone of mine.

And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
See if I only could, oh

Wednesday, March 09, 2016

Step Into My Office, Baby

I have Belle & Sebastian running through my mind. Another Sunny Day. A Brilliant Career. The pensive lyrics and Scottish ennui somehow suit sitting next to the municipal pool at 11am in a Wednesday. Should I really be here? Should I be packing the house to move? Churning out cover letter after cover letter and stalking HR people on LinkedIn? Probably a bit of both, but let's not forget that a bit of paddling on the pool is necessary as well. That's what I tell myself. And breathe.

Thursday, January 07, 2016

View from a morning run

Sun, water, Sky, sand. One of my favourite ways to start the day. Listened to the All Songs Considered Year In Music and just like the presenters, the mere lyrics of Sufjan Stevens from "4th of July" give me tears. My little Versailles.

Will have to bid adieu tomorrow to this island in the Pacific Ocean. Home Beach, one of the only north facing beaches on the east coast of Australia, according to my father-in-law.

The water was fantastic first thing.