— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Monday, 8 June 2020
to Crooked Tree...
@InceptiveJ I so love your header image. Surreal and real. A wonderful recipe for magic. pic.twitter.com/SBNAUgOB0s— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
The 'Rain Heron'...
Not often I feel driven to read a book, based on a brief, online extract. But 'The Rain Heron' sounds like the birth of an exciting new world of literature. Publication 2nd June...hot off the press. https://t.co/xUIRkDTOKW— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
To think, a book only just published already has inspired street art. That's a higher endorsement than being a groupie. https://t.co/rA27fyTLJ8— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
evening light...
evening light— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
urban columns pale
in the rosy blush
of a marina's
grand presence #tanka https://t.co/FgHTWIvmDj
a beach is not just all about sand...
a beach is not— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
just all about sand
it could be
where some plants
find a special haven #tanka https://t.co/oiw5C7JwrQ
I could have gone out today...
PASSING THOUGHT: I could have gone out today, enjoyed the winter sunshine. But something stopped me. It's like a fear not just of being around people, but a fear of being out at all. More comfortable with my own trees and my own sky. They know me. pic.twitter.com/QAouRwDhrV— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
a sacred place can be...
a sacred place can be— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
on the earth
in the earth
on the mind
in the spirit #tanka https://t.co/TOtyQoaksd
hangover of choice...
hangover of choice: the smell of old books https://t.co/O4Ft1ZXXHn— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 8, 2020
One bookshop experience I will never forget is my time spent at Berkelouw's Book Barn, Berrima
on the south coast of New South Wales. Many holidays involved a necessary visit there. The bookshop was in the midst of fields...You could park your car and not be surprised to find a cow watching you right outside, (on Bendooley Estate). The bookshop was like a huge rambling ranch style house with a loft. (Since those days, it has now been upgraded to include a cafe.) I loved to visit Berkelouw's in winter. An armchair and the cosy roaring log fire was the place to settle while you browsed your book selection. And yes...the myriad scents of pre-loved books permeated everywhere...
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