Category: journal

I don’t know if this is the right thing to do or not,

But I feel like I want to let off some steam.

My head is fried.

Want to soak my mind in a bath of warm words.… Read the rest

Excitement,

We are still talking.

And sometimes I count you in my blessings.

This morning I woke with a familiar regret,

If I had not left Melbourne in the first place,

Would life be better now?

I stopped to think about this.… Read the rest

Feeling a bit sad.

The idea of literally CHOOSING to walk back into that fire,

Feels pretty wrong on some level.

I feel it in my gut.

On the other hand, if I am honest,

I feel like shit right now.… Read the rest

Some news.

A potential oncoming adventure into pharmacology,

And mental health.

I will talk more about what I have learned on my psychology blog.

Not sure if Jimeny is aware of this one???

https://soulgardening.com.au/

Right now I am reflecting on the recent past,

The last time I reduced the levels of my medication.… Read the rest

The point is that I am not willing,

To engage on this level,

With my heart.

But I make the mistake,

Of talking about this ‘connection’,

Over and over again.

I am not sure how to remove it,

From this story.… Read the rest

It hurts to think that this place of writing,

That this connection,

Could have hurt me so badly,

Could have made me so ill.

And that I only notice it now,

When my soul is asking to be healed.… Read the rest

Sitting in a beautiful sandstone space,

On a patch of grass under a tree,

With a view over Flinders Street Station to the lights beyond,

Is the feast of my senses that my psyche needs.… Read the rest

One show was enough tonight,

I need so much gentleness right now.

That is TWICE in less than a year,

That this connection has triggered a psychosis.

And now I need to heal,

With place, and feasts of the senses and nature.… Read the rest

I left in a huff,

So, it would seem.

And yet it felt like you left first.

Or maybe that was the March Google update.

Hard to tell.

But, looking back,

I don’t see how this conversation is adding to my life,

It really is a lot of hot air,

Fuelled by electronic chocolate and an evocative soundtrack,

That no one but me hears.… Read the rest

So, I finished.

The story that was this year,

Before I removed it from this place.

One question struck me with some force as I read the last bits,

‘Who are you talking to?’

Maybe I have been making this whole thing up in my head.… Read the rest