Heat and Light by Ellen Van Neervan

There is always the anxiety of airports and trains where hands slip, where unnecessary promises are made, where the views we shared just go, just leave us until we can pick them up again. This time of year the trees keep giving us things, wattles, hibiscus flowers, banksia seed pods. I am loved. Continue reading Heat and Light by Ellen Van Neervan


Brave New World

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.” Continue reading Brave New World