Ready for this: to love someone else

To love someone else: I’m just learning what it really means. Day in & day out. Separated by 1000’s of miles or by the sheets and extra covers my small little self needs to stay warm: the learning is a process. Being content – being away from each other – is harder than I ever could have expected. And that’s saying something given how much time we’ve had at a distance already. The thunder rolls. I normally find this comforting. But not tonight. Tonight, I Continue reading →

Almost Homeless

I’m almost homeless. I haven’t really had a place that was my own since I left the cottage-by-the-sea. I’ve seen glimpses of the possibility of home, but I’ve been barely able to make the room in which I’ve slept my own. I’ve moved around a lot, too much even for me. It’s been less and more dramatic than it might otherwise have been. But after 2 years of almost homelessness, I have a home now and it is on the opposite side of the world. Continue reading →

Winds of Change: Public Transport

“Next Stop Fassifern!” – the tinny recorded voice over familiar on NSW public transport heralds insistently. The quiet carriage is mercifully quiet as we trundle past abandoning manufacturing yards filled with rusting stormwater pipe and graffiti-tagged concrete drains. The marshland interjects itself reminding the people-folk that their reclaimed land – rehabilitated for housing developments after mining – has depleted the earth of all that it deems useful. The mounds of coal sits in piles. The train glides by a steel works, still operating from the Continue reading →

Overland from Oz Itinerary Overview: Northern Queensland

“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” – Mark Twain “Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” – Pat Conroy On to Northern Queensland. This leg starts with a 30 hour train journey to travel most of a single state. If you were ever in Continue reading →

Overland from Oz Itinerary Overview: Southern Queensland and Brisbane

“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien “Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.” – Benjamin Disraeli The first time I remember visiting Brisbane as a child was Expo ’88. The Exposition which marked the bicentennial of the European settlement of Australia. It felt like it was sprawling and it was a great holiday with my parents and sister. But, the most significant effect of Expo ’88 was the Continue reading →

Living a double life: wanderlust and homebody

I am a walking, talking, living, combination of wanderlust and homebody. The Double Life How very simple life would be If only there were two of me A Restless Me to drift and roam A Quiet Me to stay at home. A Searching One to find his fill Of varied skies and newfound thrill While sane and homely things are done By the domestic Other One. ~ Donald Blanding. I yearn for a base but am exhilarated by the journey. I love to make a Continue reading →

The things you notice running with jetlag

I am back in Australia, back at work, jetlagged, and missing my husband of just a month intensely. I went for a walk to the beach at 5:30am this morning. Jetlag has its mixed blessings:waking up before dawn is one of the upsides. I ran, or tried to. Running with jetlag is one activity I do not relish. The first couple of runs while jetlagged are all kinds of uncomfortable. My body cries out. My chest feels like it is going to explode. My feet Continue reading →

Changing travel plans: when International Affairs and acts of war throw things into disarray

One of the things that has been exhilarating and a little off-putting in the plans leading up to Overland From Oz is just how much being away of international affairs is making the itinerary a changeable proposition – even to the point of changing travel plans. Even if i wanted to, increasingly, it is becoming more difficult to narrow down how my plans are going to play out and exactly how often I’m going to have to call time out on the grounds of safety. Continue reading →

I am a legal alien

In America, I am a Legal Alien. In America, I am an alien. In America, I am a Legal Alien. In America, I am an alien. I am not protected by the constitution of the United States. I cannot travel In and out of the country on my own whim. This is a bit of a problem. You see, we have different passports. I am Australian. RM is American. However, Love knows no passport. We accept that we are complicated. We chose this. We chose Continue reading →

A Naked Theologian

I’m a lateral thinker inclined to make connections between seemingly unrelated things: a naked theologian. In writing about 19th century women poets lately I’ve been thinking about the challenges of their domestic lives in the midst of their creative pursuits. I was also challenged by Joy Bennett’s post reflecting on Billy Coffey’s thoughts on ‘naked writing.’ It got me thinking further about the function of some of my writing here. As Billy Coffey quotes his writing instructor: “People write because they must. Because there is Continue reading →