The Krooked Spoon

The rains finally came. Beginning with a storm that blew in from the ocean. Clouds peaked and grey. Lightning streaking it’s way through the layers in forks and streams. Pressure building. A few tentative drops at first. Paving the way for the rest.
Summer is usually our wet season, but his year we have seen very little. The grass has a resonating crunch when compacted and the flowers are not shinning as bright....

As the years float on by, leaving a little bit more wisdom on my soul, my current battle is that of taming the sweet tooth.
It has been there for as long as I have. Whispering to me quietly, comforting me in times of sadness or disarray, disappointment or despair. The first to celebrate with me when life is all happiness. Lately there has been a lingering, a loitering in...

It was hot, as this summer has been. The humidity closing in with the only reprieve a light northerly breeze sweeping through to clear the air if only for an instant. Australia day falls in the center of summer, at the end of summer holidays. It’s a...

There is something appealing about eating food with your hands, instinctual almost.
Children will predominately choose their hands over cutlery and Vedic traditions suggest that we all partake at least sometimes, linking eating with our hands with also feeding our mind and spirit. Science has also stepped in and attributed eating with...