‘Writing was accompanied by slow walks in the park by the Yarra River: a dirty-looking waterway which meandered like a vagabond — constantly on the move, yet constantly the same. Or so it seemed. As children we loved that river. Pranced along its banks and splashed about in its waters on hot summer days. As an adult I rushed back to those riverbanks after each international journey: listening, absorbing, ‘shushing’ — bringing my being back home.’
These days, as I walk each morning by the river and the billabong (in the photo) I still have similar feelings — that being by the river is enlivening.
The quote is from my first book, 700 Days in El Salvador.
I’m happy to give away a couple of copies. Just let me know why you’d like to read 700 Days in El Salavdor.
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I’m just about to submit the first five chapters of my next non-fiction book. ALL I NEED IS A TITLE. IF YOU CAN THINK OF ONE I’d sure like to hear it. Just drop a line on the contact page of my website http://www.michelegierck.com.au
This book is a post-injury come-back story in which the bush, the ocean and a bloke (a fellow) all play their part.
Here’s the pitch.
When Michele, a broken down sojourner (kind of Liz Gilbertish), meets Mac, a dedicated river scientist (think a young David Attenborough), she is drawn into his orbit, the gravity of which propels her onto an uncharted trajectory.
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Taking a five-minute break out in the garden can be so refreshing — especially for those of us who work for home.
Michele comments, ‘The wattle birds are not the only species who enjoy being around grevilleas. So do I. This one pictured is often in bloom, colourful, and provides food and shelter for native birds.’
Michele Gierck is a writer, who loves nature. She says the garden has become a special place full of daily delights.
Striking pink petals, with a patch of redish-pink dots, lit up in autumn sunshine.
(This azalea is right near my front door, and I must have walked by tons of times without even noticing it.)
Oh for a little sunshine, and the slowness and spaciousness in which to enjoy it.