by Minnie Biggs | Jan 7, 2022 | Musings
It’s Not As Much Fun As It Used To Be Or Sad Going to the opera, the opera, travel. Pretty sad. All alone, the only person on the longest escalator in Martin Place. No... Read more
by Minnie Biggs | Jan 3, 2022 | Musings
Covid 19 – 20 – 21 – Lived Experience The intensity of the lived experience of now, the sun shining the crisp shadows sharp defined, etched , the inner shift from dread to joy. Then... Read more
by Minnie Biggs | Dec 9, 2021 | Musings
First travel for such a long time, approaching it fresh. Ancient Landscapes and Sacred Sites: an Archaeological Exploration of Far Western NSW, that was the name of the tour I joined after 4 days solo in Broken Hill. Overwhelming high, 12 hour train ride across New... Read more
by Minnie Biggs | Jan 5, 2021 | Musings
TWENTY TWENTY Twenty Twenty used to be known as the definition of perfect eyesight. Now... Read more
by Minnie Biggs | Jan 3, 2020 | Musings
The day before the next catastrophe, contemplation on the two A’s. (In my life A. usually stands for Antarctica, not this time.) Apocalypse and Armageddon. People now use these words easily..as if they actually know what they mean. Useful to look up: (quite... Read more
by Minnie Biggs | Dec 31, 2019 | Musings
the pink cross hatching above Penrith is our worry, but it is so bust elsewhere, we hope for best for here. Read more
