Musing on catastrophe as a giant swathe of Australia today sweltered through a heatwave that induced catastrophic conditions. After our last fatal firestorm the top tier was upped, in order to avoid a repeat of that heartbreaking natural disaster.

Musing on crucifixion and our unholy willingness to martyr ourselves on a cross that is often only ours to bear. Post eclipse mayhem seems to be hitting hard this cloudy day or have all the bunny chocolates and long weekenders gone straight to our heads?

Family and friends gather in sombre silence to observe the final ritual of life. Gerberas explode in a dazzling array of colour atop a gleaming coffin in whose cushioned folds lies only the body that once bore life; hands that worked & loved, crafted and created whose gentle gestures are already missed.

In the mapping of our lives as we navigate this magnificent journey, we spend an extraordinary amount of time with our head in aspirational clouds. We get busy magnetising our bright future, ensuring that what we seek is too scurrying towards us as we press on in our relentless quest to arrive.

Valentines Day is the ultimate wolf in sheep's clothing.

There is an art to a beautiful ending, a conclusion that reeks of grace and does not hide its face in pointless denial. An elegant farewell that bows low to what once was but shall not - and quite possibly should not - be again. A final goodbye properly done allows us to turn our face to the new and probably wonderful chapter ready to commence, without dragging the bloodied tendrils of the last one behind us.

In Japan there is a pottery technique known as kintsukuroi. When a handcrafted something falls or breaks, it is sutured back together with gold creating a new piece with an utterly unique shape and form. It is considered even more beautiful for having been broken.

We make our way through the far end of the zodiac as if underwater. The afterglow of eclipse and the undertow of retrograde combine as an odd surrealism permeates the landscape.

Universal fuck you can be how change arrives, glittered up or not.

All too often in our crazy busy overscheduled lives we rush from one thing to the next, darting from place to place and thing to thing like manic dragonflies. There are deadlines to meet and Stuff To Get Done. People depend on us, employ us, rely on us, can't get by without us (hello parenthood).