Cannot, simply cannot, rise at the early time that works best for my work and life. Lockdown? Anyway, this morning, I was graced by the dew/dew/doodlydoo (not standard birdese!) of a Pied Currawong. I rose early. Grace…

I’m talkin’ … for half a decade

I’ve turned 65. The next five years are a narrow window and I’m grappling for every day to count. I thoroughly enjoyed the previous half decade, partly framed by the idea of hefty daily obsessions/disciplines (check out my now-closed Big Decade blog for the outworkings of that idea), so now I’ll continue to interrogate the world and myself, but differently. In this blog…

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