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Height of anticipation

I read an article this week about Billi Bierling, the first German woman to reach the summit of Everest from the Nepalese side and return alive. And besides the shock of how you can get hot showers, fresh bread, strawberries and movie nights at Base Camp, I was moved by the passion mountaineers have for these truly amazing structures.

I guess we don’t have that here in Sydney. I remember being mesmerised the first time I saw a set of snow capped mountains. They seem to frame the horizon so perfectly. But even though I was so taken, the thought of being so far away from a lovely sandy beach was too much. It always brings me home.

Wolf and I can’t wait for summer. We’ve started talking about it a lot. He wants to go camping. We want to tidy up our garden. We plot how to move our trampoline from mum’s house to ours. We plan to spend days by the water, swimming and lounging.

I can’t wait. bondi-beach-sydney-ausw626

Dirty thirty

This year is my thirtieth and like the majority of friends the same age, I experienced a crisis of sorts. Actually, the word ‘crisis’ is probably a bit too harsh. It was more of a ‘thorough life evaluation’.

In light of it all, a friend of mine, obviously sadistic, asked me to write a “50 things about me” list. I’m a real sucker for lists, especially of the to-do and top five varieties so I’ve condensed the 50 down to 30 and invite anyone else getting dirty this year to create their own list too. And then link back here. Ok?

So here goes…. Continue reading

An introduction

Sometimes I think we all blog and tweet as a form of self-preservation.

When I was around 13 I was obsessed with diary writing as I thought it would help me to remember my candy memories when my mind was older and otherwise occupied.

I’ve missed a lot over the past few years and it’s a shame because when you can’t remember you can’t get lost, you can’t billow.

Today the winds are cold and infusing. They rattle my white windows and remind me of love. Not of the lingering love I once experienced, but of the air streams that momentarily swept me up.

I still remember them all. None of the feelings were ever reciprocated so I had a penchant for collecting poetry and sad songs.

I think I liked it that way.