Source Sorting

In amongst the brown cheese and the ‘at first’ unfriendliness the Norwegian language has already taught me a lot of cool things, mainly because an Australian explained concepts in the Norwegian way last week. When recycling in my old house in Canberra there were two bins, the paper, glass and plastic yellow topped bin, and […]

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Trips and Children

ok so for the last month i have been on outreach through latvia and lithuania with families, and without a keyboard, so i have been reposting some blogs i have recently written and now i have a keyboard to type on and so this will be interesting. but here is some things i have learned […]

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Rocks in the soil.

Walking out to a field in his backyard I was shown rabbits, a chicken house, a greenhouse (šiltnamis -warm house), a seat for watching the sunset (which we did whilst it rained later that day) and stretching out almost as far as the eye could see, was wheat. In between it all was a strawberry patch […]

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Home?

Boy walks into a room he has known well but hasn’t visited in a while and makes everyone laugh. Its odd. Because he’s tried that joke in other rooms and it didn’t go down so well. Boy very easily walks the line between offence and polite observation and again… laughter. Odd. Walking down the street […]

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A side track to an early morning blog about “gender” ( Found here. ) Lets imagine for a minute, that when a baby is born, it is put in a colourless sack. And for ten years it gets to wear white, grey or black. It has a neutral name, like… Yurtl. It is biologically a certain […]

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Sacred Spaces

We are given the authority to label things. Then we live with the consequences. As I sat in a building purpose built for worship, I watched as at least a hundred people walked in, crossed them selves, knelt, and labelled that space as sacred. The same naming has been done by thousands of people for […]

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numbers A

Rebellion always starts in the undisciplined whispers of the jilted. Or the hopeful and liberated minds of the free. The jealous saw the future as hard and unwanted. They wanted the ease of their past lives, forgetting the oppression, forgetting the generations who had hoped to be in their shoes. But because they couldn’t get back, […]

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Transitional Withdraw

For 19 years I lived in the same house, with the same people (minus siblings who slowly moved away) and with largely similar life rhythms, in similar cultural circles. I then lived a further 5 years in that city, 4 in another city in Australia, after which I left. For 7 years I have mostly […]

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