by Stephanie Dale | Sep 26, 2024 | Being human, Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It is only when someone looks back at us that we know we exist. I learned this the first time I drove across Australia. It was decades ago and I wanted to see how long it would take. FYI, 60 hours. Five days straight, 12 hours a day. When I looked across the land I...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Ageing, Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It was not until my mother died that I learned who she had been in life. She was many things my mother: a teacher, a tennis champion, a politics obsessive, a great grandmother. In her 80s she was famous for getting off the lounge and back on the tennis court and...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It is timely to speak of longing. I had many responses to last week’s missive about the inner self: the liar, the thief, the monster within – the one running around declaring ‘my’ truth and ‘my’ reality to a (not)listening world. ...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
We live in vicious times. With all the resources and riches, material and otherwise, available to us, we have turned on ourselves. A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post titled ‘Help, my book is eating me’. It was code. Message in a cyber bottle. For it is...
by Stephanie Dale | Sep 8, 2024 | Longing, Pilgrimage, Un/silencing, Walk & Write, Wellbeing-through-writing, Writing
It can be lonely writing a book. The writer and her story, bound in time, imagination and memory. It’s not uncommon to feel as if the book is devouring you, as if in all the world there is only the writer and the page, no witness, no ally, no point – just...
