Swallowed by the whale.

Swallowed by the whale. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Swallowed by the whale. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I feel like I have just been swallowed by the whale.

I’m not sure exactly what that means.

Maybe I feel like I find myself in the belly of a whale and I’m not quite sure how I got there.

But here I am.

It is an important moment to remember why I am doing what I am doing.

Aunty Loris.

She had such curiosity about the world and really wanted to understand different people’s opinions. She was flawed and human, but surprisingly up for the challenge of reflecting on her own beliefs.

She believed in what I was making and wanted me to make more things.

She was proud of me.

I’ll hold all of this gently with me for the next few days.

That’ll help.



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I’m performing a reading of selected Dear Self letters in the Melbourne Fringe Festival.
Dear Self – Friendship.
 September 16th/23rd/30th (click the link, click the link...)