New Pathways Continuing

‘Nature never did betray the heart that loved her’ William Wordsworth

And so it begins again. The new pathway towards becoming more of an educator alongside writer. Another quarter of University and this time I am learning about the Humanities and English curriculum and curriculum in general. Curriculum, pedagogy, assessment! How do we modify them for diversity in classrooms?

But oh how I miss nature, when trapped indoors reading, typing and researching. Have I betrayed her precious trust, in being too much indoors? Does she know she is in my heart?

I could take my laptop and study outdoors I suppose, but she would distract me, and in the time before spring, the Brisbane winds are chilly, and the winds of COVID also blow state after state into lock down. Perhaps the wind is not safe here either.

This semester I am keen to achieve a greater balance, between university studies, my creative writing and other aspects of personal and community life. The break from studies, and two outings for a Picnic and frisbee with friends, and a discussion on Fairytales and folklore, telling and writing stories reminded me how much richness there is in connecting in real space with people!

Last quarter it was about remastering academic essays, report writing and narrated powerpoints. And remembering paragraphing and the elegance of concise and precise sentences! Blogs tend to split paragraphs much more than essays to make it easier to read on screens.

I was also progressing a project, where I am doing a guest editing spot, which is focused on diversity and am giving opportunities to others to be published! So thrilled about this, and more will be revealed!

I had an epiphany over the quarter break that I must escape my desk more for a cup of nature, in terms of a walk in a forest or by a stream and have a little more time with dear friends.

I am thinking of Romantic Poets, like Wordsworth, who would go for long walks, and in times where he was trapped in the urban areas, would think of nature. Nature is so rich nearby to us, both real and imagined. She has such bountiful, green, light, wrens, songs, and surrounded by bush the traffic camouflages itself as waterfalls.

A short drive and there are so many walks around places like Mt Cootha. So will be exploring the mazes of green there in between study breaks. Actually, it makes me study better to go on these explorations.

I find myself looking up into the branches, and spinning with the light. When stress about assessment rises, I am spinning beneath that light, and reminding myself, it is the insights and practice that will arise from education theories that counts.

My blog will be more silent for the next few weeks. Perhaps though photographs of nature escapes for strength may appear. Will they have words to go with them? Maybe only a handful.

Now off to read about Piaget, and Vygotzkgy! Who learnt more from each other than it might seem, on the role of the individual and community in the future of a child.

Fractured Fairy Tales and Ridiculous Rhymes

Ta, da! Cover reveal! Preorder HERE.

Wonderful anthologies, from Anthology Angels, are produced annually, and proceeds go to a different charity each year.

This year Anthology Angels are ambassadors for Walk for Prems and profits from the anthology will be donated to Life’s Little Treasures Foundation.

I have contributed a ridiculous rhyme this year, inspired by my family’s pet guinea pigs!

This is the third anthology I’ve been part of, and it’s truly a special one to contribute to especially thinking of the children and families enjoying the books and the charities it supports. Writers and artists contributing have big hearts, as do the anthology angels production team.

Many congratulations to the contributors and to Jen Horn and Kayt Duncan, for the cover and design, and to Michelle Worthington.

More links for preordering, and events online or in person if possible, where the authors will read some samples will be shared soon. The book will be launched in September 2021.

Reviews of South of the Sun

South of the Sun is an enchanting illustrated book of fairy tales – but not the kind you read to children at bedtime.

They are strictly for grown-ups. Often dark, the stories visit places where things don’t end happily ever after, where a single decision can haunt you forever.

But there are also tales to make you laugh out loud, stories of sweet revenge and scenes of sheer delight in the work of magic and the fey.

Discover stories from emerging talent and leading award-winning Australian writers including Carmel Bird, Sophie Masson, Cate Kennedy and Eugen Bacon, along with artwork from foremost illustrators such as Lorena Carrington and Kathleen Jennings.”

From the Australian Fairytale Society Website

June: Reading from Into the Songwood

Reading South of the Sun feels like collecting shells or pebbles or feathers: the stories belong together but are strikingly individual. Here you will find the hilarious and the bittersweet, the poetic and the in-your-face brash, the historical, the contemporary and the futuristic. And each is brimful with magic.

This anthology is a delight from start to finish. 



We are made by the stories we are told and by the stories we tell. Reading this collection reveals that we are bold, funny and inventive. We are nourished by history, and face the future with poetry in our hearts. This is a triumph of an anthology that truly captures the 21st Australian Fairy Tale.

Online launch.

You can purchase the book from Amazon, or from Serenity Press.

South of the Sun – Officially launched

On the weekend South of the Sun, officially launched. You can find readings of extracts over at the anthology youtube channel.

I am sharing this particular video as it highlights stories featuring plants!

I can’t wait for my physical copy to arrive. If you want to also follow the posts on facebook this week, plenty more performances being highlighted.

A Universe Within

A Universe Within

This love gives
            does not demand
It flows 
It grows
             It heals
             the ill winds
             that could  destroy
             the universe within . . .

It says        
     'true friendship
respects space for
and does not worship

Instead it means 
People Pray 
over a 
park table
            punctuated by birdsong . . .

For this love says  
              'I don’t care
              where you come from
                      or when you are going
                       my heart will beat
                        and travel in 
                                a suitcase    beside you . . .

I respect the time you have
            given again and again.
You do not need to tell me
            all the hurt 
                  unspoken stories
                  we both hold close
                  to our hearts

We are still 
               woven into our hearts
              make new

(c) June Perkins

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