When silence is deafening

'Silence is safer than speech' - Epictetus Silence. Do we ever truly know what it is? What of the white noise that sweeps over our everyday lives, or the incidental noise that punctures the air? What does silence look like? This photo I took today is what silence looks like for me, out here. Thousands of miles … Continue reading When silence is deafening

The night I lived again: part two

By the time it was definite that the donor lungs were a match, there would have been at least 35 people at the hospital - all friends and family. Even a friend's boyfriend (now husband) had driven down from uni at Gatton, so he could be there for both me, his now wife and my … Continue reading The night I lived again: part two

Trapped, or The first and last time I’ll ever write about this

There are far more certainties in the world than death and taxes. There is bad coffee, love, storms in the summer, things you cannot have, and then there's choosing the wrong people for ourselves. In 2008 - not long after I had fought so furiously for my life and survived an eight-hour surgery where I … Continue reading Trapped, or The first and last time I’ll ever write about this

Books on my bedside table …

What I'm reading (and re-reading) this month: {fiction} Sufficient Grace by Amy Espeseth Beneath a Darkening Sky by Majok Tulba   {non-fiction} Collins Italian Dictionary The Tree in Changing Light by Roger McDonald (re-read) Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert The Bhagavad Gita Writing the Memoir by Judith Barrington A Room of One's Own by … Continue reading Books on my bedside table …

brand new day, brand new year

'seventeen has turned thirty-five; I'm surprised that we're still living' 'Cherry Bomb' by John Mellencamp I have fond memories of sharing earphones with my friend Amanda, listening to 'Cherry Bomb' in hospital when the lights were out. I never thought this song would have such literal meaning for me. Thirty five. I find it hard … Continue reading brand new day, brand new year