loving…words that uproot my soul



How do I describe the impact a weekend of words can have without sounding gushing, rambling and slightly manic?

I’ve decided it’s not possible, so I’m going to run with it.

The Sydney Writers Festival is a highlight of my annual calendar. To be able to listen to the people who create our books, telling their stories, expressing their voice and in doing so somehow I find my voice.

Or at the least another branch of my own voice.

I can’t tell you how powerful that stuff is. I adore photography and loved every bit of Head On this year (May I love you to bits) but words? Words they shake me, rattle me and uproot my soul….and I’m bloody loving that.


[“Often life’s pleasures pass us by simply because we don’t take a moment to focus on them… Make a point of noticing everyday something that uplifts your spirit or tickles your heart… Stop to breathe in the joy of this moment and then tell someone about it. Share your joy and revel in it. When your joy is savoured, and then shared, it is magnified…” ROBIN GRILLE]

10 thoughts on “loving…words that uproot my soul

  1. Love the first photo. All of those aspiring writers passing that lady reading a magazine/newspaper by and not even noticing her. “Lesson 1. Learn to recognise your audience” ;).


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