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Warwick McFadyenBrisbane Times |
There was a time, not so long ago, that Catholic-Anglican hatred defined Australian life. Some had the good sense to rise above it.
More and more, the shadow of a phrase is stalking us. But there’s a glimmer of hope if we can find the thread.
Many of Rainer Maria Rilke’s poems speak of silence. These days, silence is a foreign country.
If we are lucky, we live carrying a heart within our own, everywhere we go, no matter how our lives might change.
Tomorrow, we awake to Wattle Day. How often does loveliness become official?
What causes the chambers of the heart to move? Something beyond calculations.
George Michael said you gotta have faith, and he was right.
In a parallel universe I must have been a goat herder or a shepherd, or worse, a hippie. How else to explain the garment that hangs silently in the...
I was walking with my daughter one recent afternoon, the sun was still high enough to throw out heat, but a light southerly was taking the edge off...