Uncluttered

Have you ever been struck by a massive wave of fatigue that leaves you sitting in your armchair marveling at the ability of the fingers to move amidst the prevailing statuesque state of affairs? I felt that after returning from a trip to the supermarket this morning, so I thought I'd take a leaf out of Snoopy's book and pen some words of wisdom. So, here goes! 10 things to do etc etc. 1. Pull up a blanket and just sit there 2. Stare vacantly at 2 tvs, one with tennis and the other with random stuff 3. Type a blog post 4. Notice the up and down movement of breathing in and out 5. Assure the dog that everything is okay when she gives off vibes that something is amiss 6. Swig lime soda water that was purchased in the recent trip to the supermarket. Refreshing straight out of the 1.1 L bottle 7. Close your eyes and listen to the variety of sounds that flitter around the neighbourhood 8. Listen to some music on one's "mobile telephone", to quote John from Ludwig 9. Fee...

  In the hush of the Australian bush, wombats dig with quiet determination. Their burrows are more than shelter — they’re blueprints for a life lived slowly, wisely, and close to the earth. As someone learning to move through the world with softness and intention, I find myself drawn to these sturdy little architects. Here are five wombat-inspired ways we might reimagine our own rhythms. 🌿 1. Build Deep, Not Wide Wombats don’t rush. Their burrows stretch deep underground, with winding tunnels and hidden chambers that stay cool in summer and safe in fire. Echo for us: Let your sanctuary be layered. Whether it’s a playlist, a journal, or a quiet corner of your home — depth brings comfort. Go slow. Dig in. 🪶 2. Rest Like You Mean It By day, wombats retreat into their burrows, conserving energy and avoiding the harsh sun. They know rest isn’t laziness — it’s wisdom. Echo for us: Honour rest as a rhythm, not a reward. Let your downtime be soft and shaded. A nap, a poem, a moment...

  Creativity Doesn’t Go Completely AWOL — Eventually It Finds New Ways to Flow Back in the day, classical music was my second language. Piano, trumpet, French horn — they were part of my vibe and how I communicated. I didn’t just play music; I lived it. (I was pretty ordinary at the brass instruments, by the way, but I had my moments.) About 22 years ago, Fibromyalgia moved in like a speeding road train on the Warrego Highway in Queensland, and my right hand completely seized up. Playing became painful and mostly impossible. For a while, I didn’t know how to find my way back to music — but over time, I softened to the idea that things can be done differently. Turns out, creativity can flutter back like a happy butterfly with more longevity than your average lepidoptera. These days, I compose using Notion Mobile — no strain, just space to breathe. I bring my classical background into this digital world and rework pieces I used to play. Some are gentler, more spacious. Some ar...