It was a late afternoon on a Saturday in summer. It was very hot. The horizon was lit in an astounding palate of blues, pinks and deep orange. The desert was so still and windless, the air so thick and palpable, it was like walking though honey.
I was in the Troopie, windows down idling through the community after dropping off a patient who needed a lift from the clinic. Up ahead, in the distance, on the road back into the community, I saw a figure dragging what looked like a giant log. I thought I was seeing things and wiped the sweat from my eyes… Read More
The distance between intention and action is not a constant.
It ebbs and flows.
It’s an inverse relationship. Read More
He manages like somebody carrying a box
that is too heavy, first with his arms
underneath… Read More
‘Sometimes you gotta go ‘round,’ said old Mick, leaning over from back of the Toyota to whisper in my ear as I sat in the Driver’s seat.
We were way south of Walungurru on Mick’s country, stopped on the edge of a craggy, outcrop of red rocks. It was an important place-his birth country. Mick had asked me to take him back there. A few months previously, he’d been in hospital in Alice Springs, quite sick, with complications from a diabetes related illness. Read More
For five days in a row I have done my yoga exercises completely naked in the cockpit, before the meridian sight. I feel the sun entering into me, giving me its power. When there is no sun, or toward the end of the afternoon, I keep a sweater and wool trousers on, and the power comes from the air I breathe. Read More
G: I was studying then I was pregnant. I had a baby and breastfed. I got really fat. I was teetering on 100kg. It was about identity, I felt like I don’t have anything now-not a uni student, I’m a mum but what else am I? Am I just a mum? I don’t want to be just someone’s mum.
I was just looking for something. My mother in law is a triathlete and she said just come along and do the mother’s day run. Read More
Yoga gives me patience. It gives me a sense of fulfilment and it keeps me calm around my very active and boisterous twins. I know it helps a lot. With it, I’m a better parent and without it, I know my anxiety is a lot higher. So its good to get that energy out and keep that anxiety out. Read More
I was ready to ride by myself but its much more fun to ride with someone else. For me it’s the same deal. If you know you have to meet someone you are more likely to turn up and do what you said you were going to do. Read More
Running has always been in my blood. My Mum has been a runner ever since I can remember. Whenever I talk to my friends its like, ‘oh, my Mum ran 89 kilometres…’. So it’s just this little thing that my Mum and I have always had, that we run together. Read More
Francis:landscape architect, bike rider, skater, father
We’ve been in this house for about 8 months. We had a lot of extra bricks in the backyard, so we decided to bring them out front and create something the kids could skate on.
There’s probably about a dozen families here with small kids and they generally play up and down the street. We’ve got nice big wide verges, so there’s lots of space away from the road that kids can play. The verges don’t really get used for much apart from parking cars. Read More
I often head down to South Beach, in Fremantle in the early mornings for a quick swim and to greet the day. I often see a group of older people swimming, walking and running on the beach. They are always happy and laughing away with each other.
I saw these four fabulous women wading out waist deep, in the turquoise Indian Ocean waters. Read More
My name’s Amber but my Roller Derby name’s Bamba.
My name is Marga. I’m French and I’m travelling Australia on my skates. My roller derby name is Bonda. Read More
That’s what had happened to me.
I had constructed a view of my abilities that was a fiction. In the TKD Dojo, I had learnt fast. I was identified as a ‘talent’. I was flexible, could high kick and had great fitness. Other students would tell me how good my technique was. Yet my intention was misplaced. In reality, I’d been going to the dojo and poncing about in front of the mirror. I’d become a show off. Yes, it was part youthful naivety and bravado but I had already got stuck in a riff of self-satisfaction and ego. This is why we have to keep practising, to keep learning, to keep striving, to keep taking creative risks and testing ourselves through ‘sparring’ in our respective arts, because no matter how long we do something for, that first lesson holds true- there is always a reality check coming somewhere down the road. The struggle never gets easier. I had constructed a view of my abilities that was a fiction. Read More
The commitment to how you begin your day is a commitment to possibility. A daily practice of doing, of making a start, is a gesture of creativity. Working at something over the long term, at something you’ll never perfect, reveals the poignancy, grace and richness within life.
Christmas doesn’t mean we stop. It means we pause and gather ourselves. It’s a time of sharing and giving and reflection. The day after Christmas we get up and go back to our studios, our desks, our gyms, mats and sheds.
We get up to recommence, to start again and to seek possibility. Read More
I was back on the road to Walungurru heading into the deep west, to a place called Kiwirrkura. Time had passed and not much had changed. The road remained long and straight. The red, spinifex covered dunes continued their imperceptible march. The winding S-Bends of past journeys had been erased, the Department of Main Roads removing and replaced them with a simpler ‘safer’ straight line.
Christmas was approaching and we were entering the peak of summer. Normally, I’d avoid travelling at this time of year. The ‘field season’ was in winter and summer was regarded as too dangerous for extended travel. Outside the vehicle, the ambient temperature was well into the mid-40’s Celsius. The sky arched above me, a dome of pale blue, the sun so bright it bleached the colour from the sky and burnt through the windscreen. I zipped and swayed along the track, the Toyota Troop Carrier leaving the usual plume of swirling dust in its wake, my vehicle science fiction-like and alien as it flew across the landscape. Read More
I was nervous. Smithy Zimran had stopped by. He’d quietly appeared next to me in that disconcerting Pintupi way, standing as a Pintupi man does, hands behind his back, one hand clasping the wrist of the other. Read More
We were 250km west of Alice Springs in central Australia. Our group had moved south from the salt lake that bordered Warlpiri country back towards the community of Papunya. We were camped at an outstation, a series of tin sheds that sat remote and awkward in the middle of a spinifex sand plain. Our sleeping arrangements were once again split into men’s and women’s camps, our swags haphazardly arranged around the campfires.
A large space had been raked clear in the middle of the camps.
‘Those old women,’ said Tjakamarra.
‘Might be, they sing’em that honey ant story tonight, might be, they dance that Wanampi one too, tjinguru.’
He pointed with his lips and a lazy forefinger at the large outcrop of granite boulders tumbled together in the distance. There was a rock hole amongst the boulders and the mythological honey ant dreaming was one of the major stories for the area. Read More
‘The best way is to read it all every day from the start, correcting as you go along, then go on from where you stopped the day before.’
‘Carefully pay attention, analyse and study; in flexing and extending, and opening and closing, allow for spontaneity.’
‘The total amount of running I’m doing might be going down, but at least I’m following one of my basic rules for training. I never take two days off in a row.’ Read More