Conjugated Love

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I’m drunk on possibilities. You know, one of those moments when you want to say I love you guys, to the ex who I truly loved, the friends who I love present tense and the people who I will love in the future. Life is so fucking conjugated. And yet so simple.

It’s an old post but the sentiments remain. I don’t post much these days as my life is generally offline and offgrid. I’m breathing in the air of constant change where creativity takes a million forms. As we breathe in and out together I wish for a deeply felt year.

Head in the Sand

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The air is like soup and my brain is a mash of desires that cannot be fulfilled. I am trapped in this room while Australia burns. And the politicians keep denying the cause.

I am suffocating on the stupidity of climate denial. I check the apps again. Extremely Unhealthy air is no longer a surprise. When it slides to Moderate I breathe a shallow sigh of relief. It’s amazing how humans acclimatise, become complacent. Sure we need to adapt, but let’s not just put our heads in the sand and hope it passes … because it’s not going to.

If we can’t change the game players who juggle corporate profits and political power, let’s work on what we can do. Talk with your friends and family and love deeply beyond what you already know. Solutions come from baring our souls and being vulnerable. You might want to plant some seeds in the soil and in the minds of those who haven’t yet thought about it.

I’m ready for action. I’m putting on my face mask and heading out into the smoke.

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The Journey

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I’m on a bus. Denmark has faded into the distance and now I’m passing through wind generator infested fields on the way to Berlin.  You know I care about climate change.  I’ve even vowed not to get on a plane again so that could very bad news for anyone expecting me back soon. I guess there’s always sea travel but I can’t decide what worries me more… pirates or seasickness.  I’ll start by doing laps of the sauna. (I know that doesn’t make sense but they’re great).
News trickles through to the remote corners of the world where I’ve been thigh deep in snow, that Australia has been experiencing a heatwave. When I was in Russia someone told me that Sydney had 48 degrees that day. He wasn’t Russian. In general, they’re not friendly with foreigners, unless one is in a sparse, white-tiled community bathhouse with a crowd of large, naked women. Trust me, it was fabulous. If only I had my sketchbook and charcoal.
Along with breathtaking architecture and cheap hostels that were once palaces,  and some photo opportunities that were golden, the lack of smiles was a constant during my three weeks in post Soviet Russia.
When I arrived in Stockholm,  laughter surprised me and the variety of different backgrounds were striking. What a relief to be amongst other humans who could laugh even when life isn’t perfect. It was still minus 5, the metro crowded and I was a foreigner. Of course I loved Russia but a huge thank you to the Swedes, Norwegians and Danish people for being you. I had a fabulous time and I’m sure I’ll go back for my friend’s wedding in August, assuming I manage the next round of paperwork in France.
I’m making my way back to France slowly.  There’s a whole mini series in my dental tourism escapades that happen before I get there. Hello Budapest.. I don’t require being picked up at the airport or help with a discounted hotel but bus and hostel will be fine to get me to your lovely dental suites. 12 February. Stay tuned.
In the meantime, Berlin with its politics, art, contact improvisation and some lovely friends are less than an hour away. I’m excited! The bus is approaching Frankfurt and it’s time I started looking out the window.
Take care, smile and give hugs. It’s a wonderful gift.
PS I didn’t pose naked in the snow but I did take the photograph.

Conjugated Love

BushLove

I’m drunk on possibilities. You know, one of those moments when you want to say I love you guys, to the ex who I truly loved, the friends who I love present tense and the people who I will love in the future. Life is so fucking conjugated. And yet so simple.

It’s an old post but the sentiments remain. I don’t post much these days as my life is generally offline and offgrid. I’m breathing in the air of constant change where creativity takes a million forms. As we breathe in and out together I wish for a deeply felt year.

The Hot Option

Yes, I hit the Big Smoke yesterday, where the glamorous people hang out. Sydney is hot, whereas Canberra is ridiculously cold. Minus seven the other morning. I’m not sure how I’m surviving in my deep freeze of a room. El Eco and I are stalwartly holding off from using heaters to save the world from the melting of the icecaps but, to be honest, I’d prefer a little less ice at the moment. So Sydney is, despite the roar of traffic, a hot option. (Note summer dress in Australian winter)

Thanks to Christal George for the great photo, fabulous food and friendship.

Sydney Opera house

Enigmas do exist

I just did an all-nighter, still wired and staring at my screen when the kookaburras announced the crack of dawn. I wasn’t blogging. When my housemate, La Dina, came to check in with me about the pressing situation of containers without lids in the pantry sometime in the afternoon, I was still in front of the computer, tweaking my profile on an internet dating site. I confess, I ventured into the evil empire and I lied about my age.

I’m not even sure if I want to date someone. Am I ready? I’m two years post serious relationship, one year out of practice and a week past a passionate moment with an old friend that wasn’t as passionate as we hoped. And the men responding to my profile are way out of my interest zone. Sorry older men who will make someone a very nice husband, I am not looking for you. I want passion!

Passion for life is the key. Artists, writers, environmental activists and climate campaigners, great lovers, French whisperers and those who can sit on a log by a campfire after carrying muesli in their panniers up a mountain can apply. No lycra necessary but a cute bottom appreciated.

So here’s my profile. I’m baring my flesh for the world to pick and chew. And perhaps when I get some more sleep I’ll regret my exposure.

“I’m a painter, a photographer, a lentil sprouting expert and zucchini wrangler who may be lured back to the french countryside at any moment or stay to contemplate the flight of a sea eagle above the belly of the southern ocean.

I try to live lightly on the planet and keeping stuff out of landfill is one of my passions. So is eating organic, riding my bike, having lots of close friends and learning french. This summer I remembered that I love diving off cliffs into crystal clear water. Self-sufficiency is on my radar. I can swing a hammer and an axe and I know how to use a chainsaw. I love being fit and capable.

I’m a hippy with a science background. An artist who writes. A vegetarian who can skin a cat. Oh yes, I remembered how sweet and furry they are when I was in France … but I am still a conservationist and know they love to kill small creatures. I lived in France for four years on the sort of shoestring that is worthy of a book. Oh, yes, I wrote a book about it and am looking for a publisher!

I’m a bit of an enigma. I lied about my age but the photo is real, taken a few months ago when I discovered that travelling solo is fantastic. So I apologise for this, my only, fabrication. My last partner was 18 years younger than me and we parted with regret after 8 years, not because of the age difference. Some stunning fullmoons later, I am happy with my life and not sure that I’ll stay on the dating site as I’m getting responses from men way out of my interest zone. I’m a free spirit looking for someone who is one too. Someone who is passionate about life. Another creative being who can appreciate that enigmas do exist.”