Layers of a Dog’s Life

In the morning I get up and do my yoga. My favourite pose it downward dog.

I like to dress according to my beliefs and I’m a strong advocate for social equity and saving our environment, especially those big open spaces that I love going to.


After yoga and breakfast I like to go down the beach. I generally only wear the essentials there as it gets pretty hot.


I catch up with friends and we can hang out, gossip  and check out what’s been happening.


When I get home I generally chill out on the sofa for a few hours in the back yard.


If I’ve got plenty of energy still a walk in the bush is fun.


The rest of the day I snooze a bit.


By evening I like to have a few cuddly blankets on the bed if it is cool. I’m partial to brown and animal prints at the moment. I think they help me sleep well and then I have some great dreams.


Sometimes I dream I’m a dog.

Platitudes and Silence

Staring through the window I sit
nursing a mug of tea.
The swish of tyres after recent rain
and the squawks of  parakeets
foraging in the flame tree
are background noise to my thoughts.
Thoughts of disbelief.
Thoughts of anger.
Colours mute as the sun descends.
Long shadows fall across the yard.
My phone beeps, more news.
I don’t look.
Enough bad news for one day.
‘Atrocities believed to have happened on Nauru.’
Believed to?
How can a government be so callous,
so cold,
so lacking in compassion?
I don’t want news.
I want answers.
But I don’t get answers.
All we get are platitudes
and silence.