It’s commonly known (check it out if you don’t believe me) that we all like talking – you, me and the world at large. Give us a stage and, generally, we won’t shut up.

It’s also accepted that out of everyone and everything there is to choose from (which, inadvertently, given the size of the world is a lot) the voice we love best is our own.

I’m not talking about the sound: the pitch, the polish, the tone, the timbre, the accent or even the intellect – so pause for just a moment before you jump in and disagree. These elements are more complex and subject to past and present events – slights and hurts, general levels of confidence and esteem. What I am talking about, instead, is the dialogue that comes out: the message, the truth.We all like to express ourselves. It is a need as vital and necessary as water and food are. Listened to, we grow tall and mighty – our arms spread wide, our faces beautiful, radiant as flowers. Ignored, we retreat into shadow; hiding our pain inside dusty, light-deprived interiors.

Conversation is integral to human wellbeing. Our story and the telling of it – the airing and the sharing, the recording and the honouring – not only make it real, lending it meaning and sense; they also exorcise any demons which may otherwise remain trapped.

This form of writing: journal, biog, blog, etc… is popular because it allows us as the individual to let go and set free, simultaneously satisfying the greater need of the audience (aka: the population) for current happenstance in the form of detail, gossip, observation and plain old relating to and connecting with.I invite you to look into the minutiae of my life: extracts from my journal, articles I’ve written on a variety of subjects, conversational pieces about experiences and events, behind the scenes details of me at work.

Below are links to samples of my latest industry, of which the majority are observational.

• All that has been taken and been destroyed
• What peace there may be in silence
• A Brush for a Tail
• A different perspective or a novel approach
• A Fit Bird
• Nice girls swallow. Sensible girls spit
• I spy with my little i…
• Wings and Webbed Feet
• Yesterday
• It’s ok to judge a book by its cover
• Laughter
• For the love of Chi
• A Little White Chihuahua
• Days like these
• Spun gold to my inner magpie, artesian chocolate to my inner child
• The creative benefits of keeping a diary
• A creature of habit
• The Potential Possum and the Mostly Moon
• The strip of sticky happiness
• Footprints more durable than memory
• The tangle of knots
• The Reluctant Robin and the Blue Bud
• Things that go bump
• Where bluebirds fly
• The clucking of hens
• The dishcloth dog
• One step far away
• Snowmen in winter
• Writing about kittens
• A fog shroud
• David’s Stone
• A dark hole
• Where it hurts
• Bah, humbug!
• Wrongside Down
• Bitter-sweet
• Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight…
• I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight
• A thorn in my side
• The house that Santa Claus forgot…
• …and then remembered.
• Deck the halls…
• Unto us a child is born
• Feet snug in Uggs
• Dreaming of where next…
• Transcribing
• Wonky triangle
• Uneven sides
• Growing the things that have shrunk
• Multiple layers
• A different approach to me
• Without stitches you just have rags
• Cardboard tea and sleep that is slow in coming
• Delicate corridors that would be more comfortable left shut
• Attempting to bridge the gap
• The crack in the teacup
• I stand in the middle, getting wet
• The mirror is old and ornate
• A leap I couldn’t rehearse
• Practice makes perfect
• Quiet, small and full of grace
• Things I would love to shake
• A villa with no neighbours
• Absolution

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