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Clenched fist

It seems impossible to impose order on life right now and order is necessary to focus on the work. No doubt this is partly due to emerging from lockdown. Suddenly the respite from life’s everyday imposts vanishes. But this is not just a post-pandemic issue (needless to say, the pandemic is still here, it’s just that in Melbourne we’re protected from it, as least for now). Something more…

A Thursday

I can’t draw but scribbled the image below (clouds, lightning, rain) during a Zoom last night. I’d imposed a self blackout but had somehow convinced myself Trump would be out on his ears, swamped by a blue wave. But the results looked like 2016’s. Leaden dread bore on me. Today, on a Thursday in Melbourne, hope is a babe waiting to be delivered.

All fine but…

Working well in Coronavirus-free Darwin. Levels of anxiety linger. What will Melbourne, hopefully also almost clean, be like in a fortnight’s time? What about the rest of the world, reeling from unfurling virus penetration? Existential anxiety seems rife globally.

Birdese

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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