by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | Monbulk, Poetry
Windwires and fibrillating larksongover John’s Hill –Veiled orb silvers leaves, draws colourfrom charcoal bands striping pale fields,dazzles on distant sea spread lowfar down beneath the hazy wrinkled plain. Wingflashing larkrises on the up-beat.Glint of drowned...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | Philosophy, Poetry
Shakespeare writes of mercy falling as the “gentle rain from heaven”. Rain doesn’t always fall; in a Scotch mist it drifts, almost suspended.A medieval poet yearned in the warm rain:Westron wind, when wilt thou blow?The warm rain down doth rain.Oh, that my love were...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | Monbulk
from Monbulk: Living in the DandenongsCHAPTER 1 – MONBULK: Living in the DandenongsBilloo’s PeopleBilloo was only twelve years old, they said, when he saw the smoke signal, and set off down the Monbulk Creek for his first amazing view of the sea. Overwhelmed by...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 15, 2019 | Adoption, Monbulk
In the 1950s psychological theories of identity and ‘attachment’ were still under scientific investigation. They were not yet a real issue in ensuring the health and moral development of the child. Heredity, and Freudian theories of internal drives and conflicts,...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 15, 2019 | Adoption, Memoir
Back in the 1880s my grandfather’s sister was banished from her respectable family of Methodist lay preachers least she bring the whole family into disrepute and negate the message the family set out to transmit by their lives as well as their words. She bore two...
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