Facts do not a story tell

It has been an hour since dinner. Two nights since I was last on a plane from Darwin - where I had been only just wearing a sundress. A week since I stopped trying to text Ben. A fortnight since Singapore. Five weeks since I last saw his face. Six since he decided to end… Continue reading Facts do not a story tell


May my practice be true

"I want to see you make a work out of your practice, and a practice out of your work." Wisdom passed down from mentor to friend. And I ponder this on a balmy Darwin night. It has been exactly a month since Ben decided to end our relationship. And I have found that it is… Continue reading May my practice be true