Those who lose dreaming are lost.
We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to learn, to grow, to love… and then we return home.
May as well be here we are as where we are.
GROWING, HARVESTING, PREPARING, SHARING
It’s not where you live-but how you live.
Weak ink is better than the best memory.
As tough as a ute load of mallee roots.
Fear is the thief of dreams.
Whatever is to be is up to me.
Your face I may forget, your kindness – never!