Friday, 24 November 2017

Why I Like Kids More Than Adults: A great little read if you've had a crap day.

I went for a run-quickly-turned-walk along Sunrise/Sunshine beach this afternoon to skip around in the waves and do other child-like movements that might make others question my sanity.

I came across a long stick as I was heading back; at the time I was digging my big toes into the sand to create lines, but this looked like a much better option. I picked it up and began leaving a trail of squiggles behind me. The lines were so crisp, I couldn’t help but stop and draw a face by the water’s edge.

The face looked weird without hair, then a head with no body looked even weirder. After about 45 minutes, I’d drawn a mermaid with long wavy hair reaching into the white wash. The final addition was a speech bubble saying, “Smile, we are in paradise!” I ran over to the nearest sand dune to admire my work.



While trying to capture a photo of my masterpiece, despite the awkward light and angle, a mother and her young children stopped as they reached the mermaid's body. I walked over to the boy who was trying to read what it said in the speech bubble. As I helped him read the word “paradise,” his mum approached and asked if I drew it. They looked so delighted to meet the artist. I picked up the stick I’d placed in the mermaid’s hand and offered it to the boy. I told him he could add to my picture if he'd like. He told me it was already good, so instead he’d draw a smiley face beside it.





As the family walked away, the boy kept turned back and waving with a huge grin. I placed the stick back in the mermaid’s hand and continued to walk home, which happened to be in the same direction they were going. The boy stopped briefly ahead of me; his mother turned back, still smiling, and waved him along.

I was yet to put my earphones back in before I reached the spot where he'd been crouching down. I’m so glad I didn’t miss the special message he wrote in the sand for me; it read “Than you.”



Only two days ago I wrote a blog about how important it is to take time out to just “be,” to do things for ourselves and others. This fleeting exchange on the beach serves as a perfect example that. Each little heart-warming moment reminds that good things often come from being present and kind.

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Life Update

Friends and family more commonly ask, “Where are you?” than “How are you?” these days, based on my Instagram posts. I thought maybe it’s time I share what I’ve been up to over the past few months, as well as what’s ahead.

Where am I?


I arrived back in Noosa two days ago, after spending four days in Canberra and three in Melbourne. I didn’t know how far south I was going to be when I booked my flights; I booked the Gold Coast which meant I had to drive 3.5 hours prior to departure, then back again afterwards. Before my trip to Melbourne, I felt foot-loose and fancy free, so I gave myself a day to explore a few spots along the coast. I stopped in at King’s Beach and South Bank in Brissy for a little looky loo and sight-seeing.

Inside Yayoi Kusama's installation at GOMA, Brisbane


At this very moment I’m laying down on my king-single size bed (except it’s a little shorter in length) in the van, my laptop screen surrounded by darkness. I would usually have dewy fairy lights on for ambiance, but one wire snapped last week, causing mayhem across the circuit. My left foot is itchy because a mozzie bit me while I was packing clean dinnerware into the back slide-out cupboard.   

My van is parked in the yard of a family I now consider myself part of. We live two streets back from Sunrise Beach in Noosa. I still can’t believe how I met them and how things have worked out so perfectly. Prior to my arrival, I joined a Facebook group called Noosa Community Notices or something like that. I posted an ad, I guess you’d call it, asking whether anyone would let me park my van in their yard and use their bathroom for a small amount of rent. My new family offered within a few hours, and have since invited me into their home and lives with open arms. Last night I took the 12-year-old to her dance rehearsals, and the night before that, taught the 7-year-old how to play scrabble.

Teaching the young chap how to play scrabble on the old board I brought up from Melbourne

What am I doing?


It’s as though I haven’t been working for a while now, given I only commit time to things that I really enjoy doing. If that’s too abstract for some people to comprehend, let’s say I “work” about 15 hours a week, if money is your preferred measuring stick. The rest of my time gets divvyed up into helping others and doing things that make me happy; sometimes the line between those things blur.

I usually write poems, songs or nonsense, or produce some sort of art daily; most of which I erase or store away. I talk to people in passing without worrying about where else I could or should be. I only skip the beach on days when the rain is heavy; most times I take a dip and get my hair wet and sandy. Lately I’ve been parking the van in public places while I make lunch, which tends to intrigue those passing by. I have given countless “tours” of my van to young and old couples who are keen to begin their own on-road adventure. I’m getting used to hearing how “unusual” it is for a girl to travel the country on her own.

Inside my van, taken from the rear

Feeling sun-kissed and fabulous on Sunshine Beach 


Majority of those 15 hours of “work” I mentioned are contracted out to me, based on my experience as an educator and writer. Over the past few months, I’ve worked on projects such as developing e-learning modules and units for schools and global online communities, facilitating workshops to educate teachers and students, working with young people to understand their needs and acting as an education consultant for various organisations and departments. When I know I’m going to stay put for a while I approach local schools to work as a casual teacher, or offer to run my creative writing workshop with primary students. I really mean it when I say no two days are the same; one day I’m designing the graphics for a community garden’s road sign, and the next I’m reading words off a Teleprompter for an educational video.

Filming inside Stupid Old Studios in Brunswick, Melbourne


How am I doing?


I’m happy and healthy. I’m slowly learning how to be less critical of myself and others. I see the value in reserving lots of time to let my instinctive creativity leak out. Without needing to tend to house cleaning, gardening, sorting mail and bills, and all those other mundane tasks that come with permanent residency, I have a lot of spare time to just “be,” and base my decisions on how I feel in the moment. “Oh, how lucky you are,” I can imagine some of you saying right now. What you probably don’t realise is you can have a similar life if you’re prepared to give up most of the things you currently have; secure housing, a sense of belonging, things, so many things, community groups, a regular income…the list goes on. I’ve worked out how to live without those things for now, but it’s certainly not a life for everyone.  

View from inside my van, parked at Noosa Main Beach


What’s Next?


I was recently in Canberra to meet a group of “youth leaders” like myself who were selected to participate in an intensive cross-cultural program funded by the Japanese government, starting January 2018. We will arrive in Tokyo on the 17th and board an ocean liner sailing to Sri Lanka, making brief stops in Singapore and India. There will be 240 participants between ages 18-30 from countries such as Peru, Mexico, Mozambique, Poland and South Africa. Over 6-weeks we will learn about each other’s culture and perspectives on global issues.

When I return to Australia at the beginning of March, I plan to pick up where I left off with the van, which will be awaiting my return in Melbourne. I’ve learned not to plan too far ahead because I’m forever changing my mind, but I’d really like to spend the remainder of the year driving through the centre of Australia and back down the west coast, to arrive back in Melbourne for Christmas 2018.
Next week I’ll be back in Melbourne for another short stint of “work.” Come mid-December I’d say I’ll be lingering around Byron. On December 30th I will be clinking glasses with the fam in Coffs Harbour, as my big bro will be marrying his girlfriend of 12 years (or some other big number that makes people question why they’re not already married).

SWY30 Delegation with the Japanese Ambassador in Canberra

PS. I know lots of you read this because I see the stats. Don’t go through the whole rigmarole asking the questions I’ve just answered next time me meet because you don’t want to admit you read my posts. Be real. Let’s get deep and talk about how you’d answer these same questions if you were given 1000 words.

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Monday, 6 November 2017

My One Regret

For years you caused such pain,
But without you feels wrong and strange.
You were useless, yet demanding,
Your upkeep was outstanding.

I knew something was wrong,
Yet I kept you hanging on.
You required more attention,
Instead I let you go unmentioned.

Now the void is devastingly real,
Even the biggest bandaid can't conceal,
How bad things have become.
What's done is done.

I dedicate this poem to my fungi-riddled toe nail.


Saturday, 28 October 2017

Goodbye Whitsundays: my highlights and lowlights during the past four months.


Tomorrow I am saying goodbye to the Whitsundays after living in the area for four months. Despite having a ball out on the water and creating some great memories, I couldn’t be more ready to move on.


During my stay I lived in an area called Cannonvale, which is about a 10-minute drive to the main street of Airlie, or a 45-minute walk along a coastal boardwalk. For majority of the past four years I’ve been living within walking or cycling distance to friend’s houses and social hubs, which I’ve become accustom to; I never thought living on the outskirts would have such an impact on my social life and wellbeing. One of the guys I’ve been hanging out with said if I had a personal slogan, it’d be “cbf.” While he's probably right, I think this attitude developed because I didn’t really feel as though I connected with the people here.

The Whitsundays community is an odd concoction of rich and poor; it’s population is made up of backpackers, “da boiz” on footy trips or visiting from mining towns, young families and old rich people; most of which didn’t grow up in the area. One thing that seemed to connect them all together was booze or water activities, or both. I’ve never been a big drinker but with little else to do around town I’d look forward to a cold bevvy in the afternoon to help pass the time. Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of cool stuff to do if you have a boat or tonnes of cash; so to finish on a positive, I’m going to tell you what fun I was able to conjure up.

Seeing a whale close up


When I first arrived, Tom took me out on his boat to go snorkelling. As we circled the uninhabited islands in his small tinny, a big whale surfaced. I freaked out when its blowhole erupted just metres from our boat. You can watch the video here.



Sailing from Airlie to Brisbane


I frequently visited a bar with a huge outdoor deck called “Boatys.” They made a bright blue cocktail with white wispy fairy floss on top. One night I met a group of sailors who were partying in town after Whitsundays Race Week. I was on my fifth cocktail when they asked whether I’d like to join their crew as they sailed a 65ft race yacht to Brisbane. It wasn’t until the following day when I was on the boat reading over the 8-day meal plan that I thought, “Shit, am I really doing this?” I had no idea of the schedule, so when we stopped off at two pristine islands I’d never heard of, I was completely in awe.



Eight writing workshops and a webinar


During National Literacy Week I was invited to run my creative writing workshop with eight Year 4-6 classes at a school in Proserpine. I had a ball doing it and received some really positive feedback; one student contacted me via my website to let me know how inspired she was; reading her message made me melt.

A few weeks later I presented my first online webinar, with 360 people signed up to participate. Over the past 12 months I’ve really struggled to speak in front of a camera, so in the days and hours leading up the event I got sweaty palms just thinking about it. When it was over I could reflect on what I’ve achieved and felt good that I got through it, and possibly taught and entertained my audience for the hour.



Cooking oysters off the rocks at Hideaway Bay


I’ve avoided eating oysters for my entire adult life. I have a very vague memory of trying one as a child and spitting it out, so politely declined them if offer at a dinner party. After learning how to cook them directly on the rocks in which they grew, I realised what I was missing out on. I was so amazed by Tom’s unusual technique, I had to film it. You can watch the short video here.


Jet ski tour


During my last week in Airlie, Luke offered me the back seat of his jet ski to go on a “high octane adventure” around the islands closest to the mainland. Although I hadn’t had the best experience on them in the past, I agreed, then clutched to his chest for dear life. For the first 10-15 minutes I was focused on staying on more so than the view. But as I started to relax and move with the bumps, I really enjoyed it. I couldn’t help but squeal when Luke took sharp corners. The next day my body felt as if I’d been riding a mechanical bull all night.



#vanlyf awaits


The fit out inside my Hiace van was recently completed and I’m so happy with the outcome. It ended up taking much longer than expected, but the design is much greater than what I initially had in mind. I’ve got a fridge, a slide out rear kitchen, a king single size bed which converts into a couch, electric sockets front and back, curtains throughout, darkest legal tint and reversing camera. I know I won’t always feel this way, but right now I can’t wait to call it home.



Bring on the next adventure! Next stop, Noosa.