I am a Guardian. Like my mother and her mother, and her mother before;
Nurturing, protecting, weaving
the tapestry of family and community with small, tight stitches.

I am the keeper of time and secrets and memories; the protector of my home, my heart, your heart.
I am the guardian of all that is taken for granted – the space and place of my gender.

I am the crier and wiper of tears of love and joy, and laughter and loss.
Salt water streams
Where the Boonwurrung women fished and swam and wove their own rich tapestry;
Custodians of land and kinship and ancestral culture.

I am as stalwart as the Peninsula, forever reaching for new horizons, yet permanently attached to my mainland;
I navigate the moods of the waters in which I have learned to swim, balancing the calm serenity of the bay
with the turbulent chaos of the ocean of life.

And as enduring as the relentless tides that batter and shape me,
remake me;
I will protect all that is important, fierce and fearless.
As will my daughter, and her daughter after that.

This is my voice …

Legacy Lady

I am the dust on the mantle, the sepia steely-eyed matron. I am the memory of Committee Presidents, the name on Honour Boards, saluting legends, leaving legacies. The plaque in the park. The bequest to a town. The clipboard ticking Mistress who would not...

The Guardian

I am a Guardian. Like my mother and her mother, and her mother before;Nurturing, protecting, weavingthe tapestry of family and community with small, tight stitches. I am the keeper of time and secrets and memories; the protector of my home, my heart, your...

The Stingray

I go down to the bay in the dark.  We meet at the pier; dressed alike in our second skins.  The sun begins to come up somewhere behind Arthurs Seat, air-brushing the sky turquoise.  We shiver and wrap our bare arms around ourselves while we wait for the...

Secret Keeper

And Yes, I am the housekeeper. Chief cook and bottle washer - that’s me too. We all know I live to do laundry! And while we’re at it  - any gardening, tidying, cleaning or shopping that needs to be done hey, I’m your girl! But why stop there? It’s a...

Writing woman

The voice of a retired widow, with time to indulge in the glories of our Peninsula. I wake every morning to a view of the bay; fishing boats, still on glass, cruise ships leaving, distant view of the You Yang’s, sail boats bobbing in the evening....