the birth of hope

a candle waiting to be lit…

Hope wanted to be born. She wasn’t sure yet if she was a thing or a being, and in the state she was in—not yet manifest as she was—well it didn’t really matter. All she knew was that she was needed urgently on earth. Very urgently. Strange things had been happening. Peculiar people had been chosen to be leaders. Fear was stalking the land, sending out messages in 140 characters until its mistruths took root in people’s hearts. Continue reading “the birth of hope”

celebrating the cup

melbourne-cupWhich cup? Well, we’re in Melbourne so there’s a horse race on tomorrow. One that supposedly stops a nation. There is something about the longing for festivity and dressing up and making an occasion of something which I completely understand. It’s a race for stayers (persistent horses who can gallop a long distance) where the winner receives an 18 carat golden cup. Continue reading “celebrating the cup”