Moving house three years ago, I realised just how many journals I had collected over the years. Many of them have only a few handwritten pages – the rest being blank. Very few are almost full. I don’t think I can boast a single completed journal. Yet each time I enter a stationers, or a good gift shop, I am drawn to the journals. I need to handle them. Feel their weight. Assess the quality and colour of the pages. Run my fingers along the cut edge of the page to feel if it is smooth or rough. Each new journal has a certain smell. I particularly like heavy-duty paper and leather, but knowing this is not very practical, I am usually strong enough to leave them in the shop and buy something less intimidating. Making an imperfect mark in a perfectly constructed journal would just be a waste. Continue reading “Pen and Paper: The Sensuality of Journaling”
Last year we moved house. I’m not a political writer, and nor am I aspiring to be one. However, my experience in my new electorate has prompted me to consider the Australian Federal election from an entirely different perspective than I have in the past.
Our new home is only 30 minutes’ drive from our former residence. This move took us from the centre of one electorate to the very edge of another. Life at the margin of an electorate is quite different than it was at the centre. I’m left with the dilemma of how to vote when the factors to consider have radically changed. Continue reading “Undecided of Corangamite: Changing Seats and Local Members”