There was no Wet Season here in northwestern Australia last year. The rain never came. Last night a cyclone (or hurricane) formed at sea to the north of us. It’s over 600km away and the sky is clear blue this morning.
Read MoreShe felt in miserable communion, then, with all of her patients afflicted by toothache. She understood why they knocked on her door at night or woke up the nurses.
Read MoreAfter ten days of phone calls not returned and emails unanswered, we realised that some of the people involved in letting the house might dislike gay people.
Read MoreI was ambivalent, but curious, about the UN. It accommodates a bunch of scoundrels, kept in dull sinecure. And there are also terribly earnest people, sincerely looking to make things better.
Read MoreWhat was it like to say goodbye to all the material world you knew, even the land you walked on?
Read MoreThe damaged shopping trolley was full of the worldly possessions of the house-less person who had been sheltering there.
Read MoreOn the third day without showers, locals reminded me that desert people lived without them for longer periods. Water was kept for drinking.
Read MoreWatching the lights of a thousand cars, I’m musing about the dreams of the people on this island.
Read MoreWe watch the birds sheltering, clustered on one side of the tree as a dust-storm blows in. It’s the Australian interior in January in the era of Climate Change—way too hot.
Read MoreWe build our selves on an emotional skeleton of passed and dead drama, trauma, healing and learning, if we’re fortunate.
Read More‘And how did the rulers make that light appear? Every year it came to the temple for seven hundred years. What if it was cloudy, like it is today?’
Read MoreMoving into the adjoining cavern I find the brilliant aqua spot. Light is pouring around me through the bright water.
Read MoreUnable to sleep, I went outside, barefoot in the squelching, rain-saturated grass.
Read MoreThe Egyptians had cults of the bull, including prognostication from the actions of a specially selected animal.
Read MoreThe body lets out feelings the mind is not allowing, through movement, emotion, sickness.
Read MoreThe men of our tribe have a reputation for strength and ferocity. There are reasons for that.
Read MoreIf you’ve been in a car with Aboriginal hunters, you’ll know the way they can see a snake or lizard, or something else good for cooking, on a stony gibber plain, perhaps two hundred metres from the road.
Read MoreWhat a mess you can get yourself into, stealing so that you can inject chemicals to feel like you got a hug. That’s about as lonely as it gets.
Read MoreThe pounding of the waves on the rocks below, so soothing to my ears, must have become horrible to some of the men imprisoned there.
Read More‘Great clouds of yellow pollen moved through the air like huge, transparent fish. The chairs and tables on the terrace were covered in layers of the sweet-smelling gold powder.’
Read MoreSlot Canyon photograph in banner by Sebastian Boguszewicz
Creative Writing by Dr. Janelle Trees
Photo: Claudia Jocher
I'm a doctor of Aboriginal descent living and travelling with my photographer wife, Claudia. I see myself as a bridge between 'races' and cultures, gay and straight, the child and the crone, arts and sciences. I am inspired by Nature, including humans in all our splendid individuality.
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