could be anything

struggling to keep track of where I am and trying to count the good things as they come and go. I’m with Isaiah in Canberra at the moment, as he brings together a project he’s been working on for months. whilst he conquers this mountain, Josh finishes his first term as a classroom teacher. I couldn’t be prouder of them both.

Pia is in Australia. an accidental friend from a cheap hostel in Milan. the warmest hugs and a feeling as though no time had passed between laughing together. she’s exploring the country and promises to visit Tasmania with me later on. 

Paris’s cat, ‘little guy’. a beautiful baby who reminds me of Tiggy. he’s been looking after Zi and I this week. 

my little guys.

little guy and Paris.

Maggie Simpson - sacrificial lamb of Mr Burns: a post-electric play. Isaiah and his friends have created something very special. I’m humbled to witness it.

little guy sleeping and little guy perching. 

moments of wonder in the capital - Pollock.

national portrait gallery - or Lorde, Melodrama?

Mils and Nic holding me this week.

I’m a little shaken at the moment and I count my lucky stars Isaiah and Paris have kept me close and busy. I worry how it’ll feel returning to Sydney and the quiet of my tiny bedroom. mum and dad will arrive tomorrow, and I’ll be with them once more for too little time before taking the trip back to my other life. it all moves and my heart stays the same.

I’m lucky and I won’t forget it, but I feel how I feel and I know that it’s real. <<

this way

occupying a space in constant movement. I bounce from distraction to distraction until I’m tired. I sleep and start again and we continue this way. 

I threw out some cheap shoes when they fell apart. one lingered on the sidewalk for at least a week. I don’t know how it got there or where it went. so it goes.

Eurydice closed two weeks ago now. I was given a chance to really engage with some pretty important things through that experience, and I count myself lucky to have had the opportunity to use storytelling as a way of trying to make sense of how I feel. it’s strange. Orpheus is a character I really cared for. the gift of spending time in his shoes was like a warm hug. I doubt I’ll soon forget the time we shared and how it felt to see love and loss through his eyes.

stories continue beyond curtain call. life rolls on. I try ro make it count each day, and look at how fortunate I am with gratitude. missing my homes and those I love I can’t be with and hold. time does very little to some feelings. <<

in seconds

days roll over each other and I lose track of where I thought I was meant to be going. a two week show season disappears in seconds. we repaint the walls and dismantle the set. a few drinks to celebrate and that’s it? not quite ready to unpack Orpheus and the time I spent with him. sometime soon maybe.

weekend full of precious moments. dancing to celebrate Millie arriving, stuccwits galore. breakfast with Eliza and her parents, sushi and bubble tea with mum and Zi before a nap on the bunk. 

a very precious closing show. a heavy heart for dear Orpheus and the grief he endures. big feelings and warm hugs. phone calls with precious friends from afar. longing forever.

sleep needs catching up on. I’ll write more soon. I’ve been very lucky and will try to remind myself every day. to find meaning in so many places is something very special. <<