I often feel like my I can’t grab hold of my own thoughts. They take flight - all at once - and billow as I approach, fluttering just out of reach the moment I jump for them. Most of the time I view them abstractly, as if from afar, while they split apart and fuse together in constant murmuration. I see the shape of them, but I can’t catch 100,000 starlings.
No time like the present to publicly unpack this, I always say.
I suppose this is, in a way, a self-contracted writing exercise reminiscent of Julia Cameron’s Morning Pages or Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems - an effort to elaborate on what delights me… just decidedly more inhibited and in no way poetry. Crucially, we need to catch the birds in my brain, not just let them run around willy-nilly on the page. Plus, I want this to be something worth opening.
In short, it will be a dispatch of what I find joyful, beautiful and most interesting - a place to gather my thoughts and photographs that might otherwise go unseen. It will accumulate my favourite finds, recipes, recommendations and ruminations on just about any and everything. A permanent home for things getting lost in the Instagram infinity.
Transparently, trapping birds with a tiny net takes time and as a freelancer, I’ve developed a deep sense of its value (monetarily and otherwise). It may seem like I spend a lot of time faffing about and looking up at light-speckled trees; like my job is just beach — but I regard that time as crucial to the regeneration of new ideas and content. This is twofold as an introvert. Hence, there will be both free and paid posts on here.
I guess my hope is that, above all, you’ll subscribe because you want to support me and help me put more content out into the world — for which you have my very earnest appreciation.
‘You beauty’ is a general exclamation of happiness and joy. A very Australian way of saying something is delightful.
She’ll come clattering into your inbox at least once a month.
Catch!