Following the Gleam

Launch your vessel

and crowd your canvas

and ere it vanishes over the margin

after it

follow it

Follow the Gleam

Jennifer

  • Day 265

    I woke up this morning in the predawn with salty sea breeze on my skin. The curtains were open and drifting and the birds were warming up for their crepuscular chorus. I didn’t sleep well. I often don’t, but especially… Continue reading

    Day 265

  • Buttons

    I bought a skirt this week. I didn’t try it on. It has no stretch. It has buttons. It only comes in straight sizes. It is a brand not known for vanity sizing. But it was a hot day and… Continue reading

    Buttons

  • The first rule is to take your own pulse

    Tachycardic and panicky. Graduated nearly 17 years ago and it still sometimes floors me that I’m entrusted to keep people alive. It’s the bizarre way we monitor an airway and jam in adrenaline and jot down the worsening biphasic wheeze… Continue reading

  • Day 117

    April has not been a month of achievements other than not gaining despite travel and Easter. I am unfocused and flat and panicky. It was inevitable. Sanguine but sad. I had the weird urge to pull down the portfolio I… Continue reading

  • Edging the storm

    At the time of writing Cyclone Alfred is 120 km ESE of Brisbane and the sun is shining. There are ominous clouds in the South and the air feels brittle. It all feels unreal at the moment and people are… Continue reading

    Edging the storm

  • 40 days

    2 days after Christmas I lay on the couch, watching the cricket with a fist full of ham off the bone and realised that I had hit a fork in the road. One path, the one that stretched out in… Continue reading

    40 days

  • Finisterre

    Not packing up in the morning and wearily plodding out the door felt strange. Despite my screaming foot the idea of resting felt restless and unproductive. Our first day after reaching Santiago we headed to collect our Compostela and distance… Continue reading

    Finisterre

  • Santiago de Compostela

    I asked Bilby to walk with me today so that we could do this last 20 km together. With my limping shortened gait and his much longer legs it was barely a stroll in the park for him.  The start… Continue reading

    Santiago de Compostela

  • Penultimate O Pedrouzo

    I take it back. Camino Disneyland is not fun. So loud. So many people. So much noise. No birds. Lots of places to stop though. So there’s that. My foot is worse today. 20km to go. Then rest. So tired.… Continue reading

    Penultimate O Pedrouzo

  • Arzúa

    Neither Bilby or I were terribly enthusiastic about setting off this morning but as it is inevitable we did it anyway. Dad mostly did his own thing again but I think had more time to chat today to people from… Continue reading

    Arzúa