One Blade of Grass

That piece of grass didnt get cut. It stands there, above the others. Whether it was the way the mower cut, or the way the grass grew, it stands there, above the others. Whether an ant pushed the blade of grass, so for that instant the others were cut down, it avoided that fate. It stands there, above the others.

How did it become March? (Other than two months going by and it is now March). I feel the blur sometimes fade into my actual face and then I wake up and things move slowly. Usually the ice in the coffee I drink, or the way the bonsai on my desk is always there, shouts at how consistent things can be. Opening the fridge and the familar scent of brocolli says hello.

I just returned from Sydney, and it was simply swell to see some good mates. I stayed with Stew, who is a treasure. And danced with Chem and Dale, two men who I truly cannot do without.Very blessed, not in the cliche way. Cliche is such a cliche word.

The next few months are bloody busy. But that just means that I will be happy.

Here is a photo from Sydney. With good buddy Dale. I did not drink, as I have not for almost 18 months. See you soon people.

Edwin Dale

Music Sunday – “Never Let You Go” by Alex Clare

As soon as I heard the first few bars of this song, I knew I was going to play it over and over. The happiness, the power in it. Enjoy. And sorry, only a lyric video out at moment. Here is hoping he releases a music video.

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The Dry

This time of year, we usual feel quite dry here in Melbourne. There can be hot days, filled with a strong, hot wind. Summer can seem not as great as when you were longing for it 6 months earlier. Fortunately I work by the ocean, and so I get to at least embrace that summer vibe everyday, walking by the water and simply observing all of us soaking in the dry. And then jumping in the wet, even if briefly. St Kilda Seaside.

I guess at the moment, I feel dry. My mind is wanting to express, yet how to do that and where, is such a cliche and boring set of questions. That hot wind is pushing the desire away, taking it somewhere. So I will just shut that up, and keep writing. We should all stop those sorts of feelings. Especially when there is no reason not to talk, not to write, not to just share. You never know who may need to hear it. Or for example, I just started looking around at the detail, capturing and enjoying it. Sipping a bad coffee. Here is 2015.

St Kilda Boards

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When you are little, one of the first words you are taught, in Australian English anyways, is the word, “Ta”. A simplified version of “thank you”, it is one of the first things parents want to teach their child. To be grateful. Naturally a year or so later, we graduate to the complete expression and the word disappears from our general vocabulary.

But something I have found fascinating, and probably only me who does think this is fascinating, is this word comes back later in life. I could be completely wrong, like when I swore He-Man was based on a real person. I began to note down a theory that a lot of Australian men between the age of about 30 and 45, casually say the word “ta” in everyday conversation.

Here is an example I have scientifically noted down for you:

“Hey mate, can I have a sausage roll please, with sauce.”

“Sure” *gets sausage roll*


I began to notice this about five years ago and would tell people this. They would go, “Oh ok, cool!”.

Then came the day, only a few months ago, as a newbie to the decade that is the thirties, where I accepted a coffee at the local coffee shop and without thinking…  I said “ta”. I was thankful and now in an Australian male in his 30’s type of way.

Life huh.



Music Sunday – “Solo Dancing” by Indiana

I may be a little slow on the uptake on this song, though the subtle drive through this song is what I love.

I promise to start writing more again soon. What a year.

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There Once Was a Little Bear

I was searching through my mac for a random word, when up came 100s of emails from my Mail. Then I discovered this, and I have no memory until now, of actually writing this. I wont edit it or change it. But I wrote it based on my own story when I first was coming out. It was titled, “Bedtime Story”.

Bear cub forest

There once was a little bear. He lived in a town a little way from the big city and enjoyed the wild forest around him.

He would go off by himself, and explore, because he felt different from the others. He would fill his mind with many fun adventures.

Pirates and wizards and monsters and space ships. The other bears would make sure he felt different, by always laughing at him or not making friends with him. Though he seemed happy enough and his family loved him.

Though one day, he decided the town was not where he belonged. And packed his bags and walked far far away.

On his journey he met many funny characters. In the woods he met a squirrel. He had never seen one before and found it most curious.

The bear told him he was from a long long way from here and the squirrel asked him many questions. The bear wasn’t used to someone taking so much interest in him, and found it most peculiar.

It was getting dark, so the squirrel had to say goodbye and head home, but the bear didn’t mind. He just smiled. He had made a friend.

Finally the bear got to a great city. It was much bigger than the city that lay by his town at home. He stood in awe at the bustling place. He found some lodging and settled in.

He would venture out every now and then, timidly at first, but then when he noticed people walked by and didn’t look at him, he walked with a slight spring in his step. He soon got courage to talk to people. The other bears would be polite back, and some would make conversation. The bear thought this was great. No one knew him but he was beginning to make friends.

Eventually Bear had many friends, and was constantly hanging out with them. The days of the forest and his imagination dimmed.

Though he had many friends, he still felt alone. Like no one fully understood him. But he didn’t dwell on it much because it wasn’t a feeling he had in words.

One day, he and his friend Rat were having lunch. Rat spoke up and said he knew of a friend once who grew up in a large plain surrounded by mountains.

He gave Bear his address and Bear wrote to him, to say hello. The other bear wrote back, the following day. He told of his life in the plains, and how he moved to the north, away from where he grew up, and the adventures he had gone on.

The letter arrived and Bear smiled as he read it, nodding and understanding all he wrote. He wrote back, and this begun a correspondence, two bears who understood each other.

Many moons past and Bear had finally made his way to the land of the long white cloud. Many adventures had gotten him there, and the next thing that felt right to do, was to travel there, and visit the other Bear finally.

He made his way out of the port and there was the other Bear, grinning. They gave each other a big bear hug and went on many adventures together.

The time came for Bear to leave. He didn’t want to feel alone again, but he had to go. Time wasn’t allowing. But they reminded each other, their lives had had a hole filled in them, that they didn’t think would ever be filled.

No matter what happened, they had a best friend in each other.

The boat sailed, and the last image Bear had of the other bear, was his paw on his heart, smiling. Knowing that the adventures had only just begun.


Music Sunday – “Self Control” by Kate Boy

Kate Boy is made up of an Aussie lead singer Kate Akhurst and three Swedish bundles of talent. Love the funk behind it, it feels different to the other standard schmuck out there. Looking forward to seeing where this band go.

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Music Sunday – “After the Curtain” by Beirut

For some reason, when I heard this song for the first time, it hit a nerve. Struck a chord. Made me happy. Perhaps to others it sounds like a guy saying “oohhhhhohhh” a lot but its beautiful.

Thanks Beirut. For many of your songs.

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Music Sunday – “Who Are We Fooling” by Brooke Fraser feat. Aqualung

This song is a few years old now, but I keep coming back to it. Musically, it is just beautiful and simple. The words, powerful. Such a realistic and beautiful summary of love and relationships.

Brooke has always been an inspiration to me. Before and after I came out, she remained consistent with no matter how I felt, her words still remained comforting. So I am very thankful. From the time I saw her perform in a local pub near my house, to the Recital Centre in Sydney, I held the memories attached to her songs close.

And on a cold winter Sunday afternoon, this makes good background music while you are baking some kind of muffin. Not even the baker (me) has any idea what type of muffin this is. But the fact I am baking, not the muffin, is what is important right?

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Music Sunday – “Cut Your Teeth” by Kyla La Grange

When I first heard this song, it sounded familiar but not sure why. Then it kinda just clicked, it felt like I was listening to a song from the early 90’s while in the back seat of the family van. But then new elements come in gradually, and I became addicted to this song and also the remix. Kyla has a great future ahead of her, her new album is out and is different from the usual pop out there at the moment. Something like quirk pop. Will also admit that she does sound a little “Robyn-esque”.

Original Version:

Kygo Remix:

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