Creative Ageing in Australia
By Andy, 66. Byron Bay, NSW After my sister laughed and made a spectacle of my dancing as a 10 year old I swore to never dance again. The shame and embarrassment went to every cell ... Even while taking my young teen children to the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Chemical Brothers, my… Continue reading Dancing
By Andy, 65. Byron Bay, NSW The turning of the new Millennium drew me to South Thailand — Ko Pha-Ngan, to be more precise. Why? The Psy Trance parties of Haad Rin beach and surrounds. What we called in Australia the doof scene. Back then, it was an older crowd who had washed up from… Continue reading Fear and Loathing in Bangkok
By Andy, 65. Byron Bay, NSW It must have been early February 2005 ... I was bored with my current job, so on a whim I bought a ticket to Sri Lanka and boldly decided to become a volunteer in the post-tsunami southeast coast of that troubled land. Prior to leaving, I spoke with an… Continue reading Wrong Place, Wrong Time
By Andy, 65. Byron Bay, NSW Woke this morning kinda listless …A rainy day again (as is the cycle at present). Brewed an espresso and sat in the feelings rather than attempt to shake them off. My mind was like a book left carelessly out in the breeze. Pages flitting, randomly stopping occasionally with the… Continue reading Morning Musings
By Andy, 65. Byron Bay, NSW Hmmm when was this? Let's see ... I must have been back from India for quite a while. Months. Years maybe. I was living in Byron Bay as I remember being on the beach a lot, just lying in the sun or practicing harmonic throat singing. Of course, plenty… Continue reading Sea Eagle