Good, Better, Best

This was my first ever blog post. I read it again today and thought it was worth reviving.

Out of the Cave

It’s
a spectacular Friday in early autumn. The leaves haven’t started
changing yet but the weather has softened after a very tough summer.

With
my parents and their dog, I wander through the walking streets, past
the shut merry-go-round and the funny metal sheep statues that buck
and run in Garema Place. We can hear the sound of the crowd ahead of
us. Somebody is tapping a microphone and making testing noises.

I expect to feel pretty at home here. My husband and I have been “doing things” about climate change for a long time. We have 7.5kw of solar panels shared the between the roofs of our house and garage. Our house is well insulated, north-facing and pretty small (by Australian standards) for a family of four. We have one fully electric car and one plug in hybrid electric. We like that a visit to a petrol station means…

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Australia’s Summer

I cannot forget your steely-white glare; the too-hot press of you against my skin. My body contracted until cracks appeared. Plants wilted, waterholes sucked in and my body fissured abandoned to exuberant wind and the angry roar of carbon-crazed dragons. The smoke rolled over us all like hell's too-slow envoy. Before it, a syndicate of … Continue reading Australia’s Summer

Comparing Steps

Have you heard of Lawrence Lessig? He's articulate and brainy. He embraces big ideas in tiny shells like pistachios and his audiences clap and cheer. Have you heard of Greta Thunberg? She's small and shy-looking but with anger like a burning stick and surprisingly fearless. Her audiences are often in trouble. Have you heard of … Continue reading Comparing Steps

Tomorrow… in The House on The Hill

A gaseous cloud balloons above the rows of flagpoles whose stays clang ominously in a wing-fed breeze. The sky domes expectantly - a pregnant pause. A change is coming. Thunder barrel-rolls the valley floor. Cockatoos screech - a thousand of them wheeling in and encircling the house. In The House, in the sumptuously upholstered room … Continue reading Tomorrow… in The House on The Hill

Knock Knock

Knock knock.Who's there?It's your conscience.What? You again! Please leave me alone. Isn't there some tenancy agreement where I get to reside here without your interference?My dear, I'm the tenant. Not you.Shit... You've got a complaint then.You should be pleased to see me.Ha! Why would that be?Because, my dear, you are on a tight rope above … Continue reading Knock Knock