PULP
PULP – what remains from the olive press
Posted by Posted by How to make Olive Oil
Posted by I have been asked how one might make olive oil, with the olives from a solitary tree and without an olive press. A recent trip to Mildura, post olive oil production and enlightened to learn from Giuseppa Callipari, that making it without a machine was a practice in Natile, Calabria for those who did not…Read more »
Organise your desk- Hypnosis Metaphor
Posted by You know that there is a natural order of things. You know like 11 comes before 13. When I was a little girl, and it was harvest time. I would help picking grapes with everyone to fill dip tins. There was a process. And sometimes I would sit in the dirt, during tea break and…Read more »
The shopping list
Posted by When I open my eyes, I can see the computer light blinking at me, there’s too much light in my room to enable the melatonin to fully kick in. I need a dark room to sleep. I reach for my phone- 11.15 pm, I went to bed 2 hours ago. I get up to go…Read more »
Small steps
Posted by I remember after my breakdown, how I kept reminding myself that as time passed the hurt would not be there.After I gave birth, how my caesar scar would heal and that I had to move so slowly. Crawling on the floor attending to my pelvic floor, I went really slowly. When I tripped over my laces…Read more »
The terry – towelling nappy
Posted by Saturday is the pivot to the new week. I take to the domestic chores at hand. Shopping, cleaning, watering plants and endless laundry. The washing machine a constant whirl, fills the house with sound, movement and life washing away the week bringing freshness to the next cycle- to start again. That hum of the machine…Read more »
The fork in the spaghetti
Posted by Suddenly it all came together to this point- known as a fork in the road- or in Italian terms, the fork in the spaghetti, twisted tightly around the pasta! How to get out of this one? Once you unwind, then what? One might say- Eat the pasta and move on. I’ve been here on three occasions. …Read more »
If negative emotions were utensils
Posted by Anger The knife slices strips of flesh from the carcass We prepare, mince and marinate Winter salamis, prosciutto, capacolo Imagine how anger stabs at you Sorrow for the sacrificed maele. Sadness Deep ladle scoops and holds Tears of liquid, laps the sides and slurps Its messy business sucking it up like soup Gets all over…Read more »
The Cinnamon Cake
Posted by I am in year 10 at St Joseph’s College Mildura. I catch the bus to Deakin Ave every morning where I alight at 8am and it’s a ten-minute walk to the school gate, which is behind the Mildura Catholic Church. It’s where I did my holy communion, confirmation and confessed my sins to the priest…Read more »
Writing about writing
Posted by What is my writing voice? Writing is a way to find answers. Feeling the pen, the scribble, keeps the chatter moving, opening the mind to the senses. Stops time and enables observation in words, documents experience which leads to understanding. I started writing like most people, at school. My HSC English teacher was Sister Nancy,…Read more »
Good bye to the City of Whittlesea
Posted by Dedicated to the Memory of Pina Guerra who set me on the path of formalising my Community Development credentials that connected me to Helen Rodd, that connected me to a new career pathway I also acknowledge the memory of David Turnbull- the CEO who had it under control. I acknowledge the Aboriginal people whose connection…Read more »
Listen to Land
Posted by Imagine a summer’s afternoon on the hills of a grassy Calabrian Landscape, watching the village below, surrounded by clanging of bells hanging from bleating goat’s beard. Lull to trance, gentle breeze massages the temple that frames squinting eyes- flickering in the afternoon’s soothing sun- suspended like time has stagnated, curdled, solidified- nothing to do but…Read more »
