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The Rocky Giant hunches with his face towards the sea And his heart is filled with aching from an ancient tragedy That happened in the dreamtime when the land was fresh and young And his burning anger separated Tibro from his son. But he holds … Continue reading Glasshouse Tears Here’s a poem I wrote recently as part of a competition on the theme “Making pictures”. For those of you not in the know, a Triptych is a set of three pictures, each related to a similar subject (e.g. Frederick McCubbin’s “The Pioneer”). So in this poem, I tried to create a … Continue reading Three For One 
It seems like wherever I ride my mountain bike these days, this wonderful rock art seems to be springing up. One day I’ll ride by and see a simple pile of four or five stones. In a few days, there’ll … Continue reading Rock Art – Clear Mountain 
Why do I ride a mountain bike? I know this sounds crazy, but deciding where to ride is a spiritual experience for me. It forces me to think about where I’d really like to go, which means I have to listen to my “inner voice”. I often feel like I’m being “drawn” towards … Continue reading Why Ride a Mountain Bike? 
We have family and friends who suffer from Parkinson’s Disease, so Liz had a great idea and suggested our family take part in the “Parkinson’s Qld Unity Walk” to raise money for research into the disease. This involved seeking sponsorship from kind hearted donors, and walking 4km along the foreshore at Wynnum on a … Continue reading Walking for Parkinson’s 
Sentinel Ancient One with your arms held high, Guarding the bones in this field of tears, If I bend my ear to your gentle sigh Will you sing me your song from long-gone years? …… The dark-skinned keepers of … Continue reading Sentinel 
Liz and I took the kids up to Mt Nebo this afternoon for walk through the rainforest and a bit of afternoon tea. There’s something spiritually regenerating about walking through a forest. I feel like I’m “soaking up” the peace as one of the trees would soak up the rain. They seem to live … Continue reading Mt Nebo 
"Tempus Fugit" by Nafra Cendrers Imagine you have one minute to live, and after that nothing. What thoughts would occupy your mind during that minute? What memories would you recall? As you watched the second hand move inevitably towards the end of the minute, what precious images would your mind hold … Continue reading A Memorable Minute 
To my dear son Jonathan, who completes his final year of school this month. Twenty-nine years ago this month I finished year twelve at Oxley State High School. The photos above are like book-ends for that year. The … Continue reading The end of year twelve I took Steve and Harrison on a bike ride this morning, along the North Pine River, up to Lake Samsonvale, and then back along the North Pine Rover. It was a hoot! A little bit slower than normal, because Harrison is only 9 and his bike is a bit … Continue reading On yer bike! |
 
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