True Self False Self: Discovering our core identity

True Self False Self: Discovering our core identity

The False Self There is a version you that you identify with as who you actually are, but it is a complete fiction. It doesn’t actually exist, except within your mind. This is the place of universal addiction, the self-referential, self-defending, self-promoting,...
Discarded Wealth

Discarded Wealth

When a great aunt died, my father inherited all her jewellery. My mother sifted through it and deemed most of it worthless. There were gaudy cubic zirconia rings that would dwarf any finger, chintzy stuff that was thinly plated with metals of dubious authenticity. My...
Small Town

Small Town

I’m at the end of a week in Tasmania, about to return to my urban life. It is mid May, Mother’s Day. My middle son Dom observes how little changes in a country town: The buildings stand as sentinels to generations come and gone; careers here are not upwardly mobile,...

Horse Suit

We climb into it, the two of us, and I get the tail, you get the head. I’m completely blind but you are assure me you won’t lead me into danger, up there on the stage, guffawing crowds, a buzz of half drunk heckling sawing through the smokey air....

Picnic at Hanging Rock

We sped down the fire trails on our mountain bikes, helter skelter – though with my ageing knees, it was more just helter. At the end of the trail we came upon sheer cliffs that rose from a sunken valley almost a thousand metres below. Cycling around these sheer...