PASSING THOUGHT: My little furball seems to understand that I have a habit of picking up 'bits' from the carpet - her fur, her stray leaves, general fluff. She now noses bits I may have not noticed. Clever furball.
— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) August 2, 2021
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Monday, 2 August 2021
clever furball...
according to Einstein...
So much of me in this credo excerpt...
— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) August 2, 2021
Only my teaching commitments keep me in the physical, social community...
When I retire, I expect my socialising will, at best, be spasmodic+brief...
Poetry+photography+art will connect me with an invisible community...Hopefully it grows... https://t.co/yTkGcthPTm
three mornings of Melbourne sun...
three mornings
— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) August 2, 2021
of Melbourne sun
perhaps our sad
grey days
are broken #tanka
📷Awakening small street outside the Dromana Hub carpark pic.twitter.com/gnq5bxBnGB
cold August morning...
cold August morning
— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) August 1, 2021
procrastination leers
knowingly#haiku pic.twitter.com/vCGZ5UqDEI
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