John Naish recommends keeping a journal similar to this as a good way to survive mass anxiety: How to survive the global panic. He calls me 'an expert gratitude spotter'.
1. Stars are pressed into the pavement in all the flamey reds and golds of autumn.
2. Rolls of fat grey cloud cover the sky. The low late sun tints the eastern bellies with grubby orange.
3. I am passing the bus stop just as the bus pulls in, and get a lift up the hill.
Rind, mustering and moon.
1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...
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1. Stirring the brewing coffee to break the floating crust and bring up the crema. 2. We have donuts to give the children at teatime. 3. Th...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...