Author: Becoming Yoga

Reflecting on a dream my thoughts had drifted to the Point Lonsdale Cemetery. Embedded into the landscape and the psyche of a seaside town, it is as iconic as the Light House or the rock pools at low tide. The cemetery...

The back of our first home overlooked land running along the Seymour rail line. A derelict house with a family connection stood. Jono thought we should reclaim it and I agreed. The dismantling began with the floorboards and internal doors it...

Easter usually means fishing at our place and this year I placed a bounty on the alien fish species known as Carp, perhaps I should get myself some sort of mincing machine to grind them up. Graveyard trenches were dug for...

Bathurst Burr. It has on occasion bought on a melt down, a why the *#@^ am I here dealing with this sort of crap meltdown. This season I was happy enough to travel the farm and report significant decreases on previous...

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