We stroll into March so casually like the beginning of the new year was just a southerly wind express train blowing our hair back as it speeds and rattles past while we stand looking at the timetable and figuring out our path to our next destination.

I’m edging out of the shadows of my last life season dusty and exhausted and still so deep in grief from a string of events that felt so out of my control but also felt like an inevitable journey I had to take….

…But the buds of a new season blossom, with my work ‘Liminal’ at the Collie Art Prize opening tonight; more work in Noongar country this month; a new book to illustrate and a few community projects in the pipeline. It’s been a juggle but when you are mum and you have kids you better learn how to juggle and fast, with flair, humour and grace. I realise this path of motherhood, artistry and building a good spiritual life is not a linear one but a beautiful, sometimes overgrown path through valleys and hills and in streams and around wetlands, but the path has to be a safe enough path when you have your children in tow and you can only go as fast as your littlest human. Going with the flow and having good discernment are two sides of the same coin…

Like a wonderful dream, the start of April showed me that hard work, trust, vulnerability, and the sheer will to follow through with your goals can pay off.