Tag Archives: Into the Green Heart

Initiatory journeys are not all sackcloth and ashes…

At midlife, change is a constant. And it’s not all pleasant. Trust me. Families change, domestic responsibilities diminish, bodies change, your mind goes out the window (at least temporarily), relationships fall apart … it’s all part of the Separation stage … Continue reading

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A starlit circle: entrancing or terrifying?

When you live in a forest, however small, degraded, weed-infested, scrappy and fragile it might be, the landscape is everything. The weather, the geography, this night sky — those are your realities. The stock market, politics, your friends, the university … Continue reading

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Creeksong

30 April 1992 I’ve been here for five months and I haven’t learned much. Just a few things. Like: if the fire has been the process of my transformation, the creek has been the substance of it. Does that make … Continue reading

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The Comfort of Storms

Living alone in the bush is an ‘elastic’ sort of experience. You can run but you cannot hide — from yourself, that is. My upstairs bed, well protected from the ferocious mosquitoes by a sturdy Maningrida net, was a place … Continue reading

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A tiny possum by my bed

A Tiny Possum by My Bed: an extract from Into the Green Heart Living alone in an isolated spot brings many unexpected joys. One night, I awoke to an unfamiliar sound. Tucked tightly inside my mosquito net, I imagined myself … Continue reading

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First blog post: The Green Heart

Into the Green Heart Greetings! I’m that person learning how to push a wheelbarrow. Or at least I was that person. I’m an older person now. One part of my long journey into the Green Heart is coming to an … Continue reading

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