The theatre of life

This piece was written by Brooke Sachs and is cross-posted on brookesachs.org. As I write, the hard clay and ochre of iron in central Australia’s soil spreads in every direction under my feet. The safety and familiarity of the aluminium can that we call an aeroplane contrasts against the harsh reality of this continent’s parched … More The theatre of life

Home (or a tribute to storms and wet weather)

This was written by the wonderful Emilia and has been reproduced with permission. Life pulsates through my veins, I choose to nurture this sensation… I laugh, I run, I get carried by the wind. The storms around, they pass me by. Unaffected I admire, their power, force and turbulent nature. Within me lies a space … More Home (or a tribute to storms and wet weather)

Camaraderie

This post was written by Gareth, a member of the Australian Defence Force. From an undeniable sense of belonging to a question of identity, this one simple word conjures strong emotions in us all. Is it as simple as the place you hang your hat? Is home where the heart is? Over the millennia many … More Camaraderie

Home – the journey

This post was written by Souvik during his feverish recovery from an infection. It speaks to the soul. Genesis and a glimpse into the future When did my journey start – perhaps it was twenty-five years back when my father found his better half and finally became whole as he whispered sweet nothings in my mother’s … More Home – the journey

Homesick

Written by Brooke Sachs. Reproduced with permission. A big warm hug. My fingers tightly wrapped around the bottom half of a steaming hot cup of tea. Long socks and comfortable ridiculously unattractive indoor clothes. Four hour long conversations about dreams, gender, health, politics, music, psychology and philosophy only interrupted by a need to sleep. This is my … More Homesick

Home in a Bag

Written by the wonderful, talented Bernard. More of his work can be found here. Jenny rolled her suitcase along the corrugated speed escalator down the wide airport corridor to Domestic Terminal Gate 9. The clackalacking of the bag’s polyurethane wheels increased in intensity as she weaved her way around the stationary travellers pockmarked along the … More Home in a Bag

Home

Written by @katemural  (aka Kate Michi Ettinger). This piece has been reproduced with permission. home. that place where you belong deep inside, deep inside- like a cave you went spelunking in to freefall back in time til when you didn’t know to know who you were- you laughed cried played explored real, open, spontaneous, unencumbered by stuff that doesn’t … More Home