Muzu Creative

It is spring here in Australia and it is time to refresh, renew and repair. We have opened our windows for the first time since winter and felt the cool breeze ruffle the slow and steady winter energy. I am sure I speak for many Australians when I say, I am immediately inspired to Spring clean. With the windows open I can smell a hint of dry grass and hear a few members of the cricket and cicada orchestra warming up for their upcoming summer performance. Off come the extra blankets and doona’s ready for the wash, rubber gloves on, music pumped up and away I go. The outdoor areas and forgotten furniture are also welcomed into the fold after their cold and lonely winter hibernation. However, the house isn’t the only thing that calls for my attention. This Spring it is my heart and soul that speak the loudest. “Hey, down here! Look in this corner and at the back of this shelf” Memories, like layers of dust that I am just now noticing although they been present for years, g...

This photo is the only photo I have of ‘me and my dad’. I don’t look at it very often, but when I do I am confronted with mixed emotions. At first I see the little girl I once was. Innocent. Pure. I then see this little girl safe in the arms her father.   Cradled, nurtured and protected from the elements. Then I remember that photographs can be deceiving. It was not long after this photo was taken that dad left us.   Perhaps he was already in love with the other woman. Perhaps he had made plans to see her later that night. Perhaps. I do not remember the day he left, my sisters do. I have no memories of feeling abandoned, rejected…that came later. I was very young. However, just because I do not remember does not mean I didn’t feel anything. I must have. Did I ask mum where he was? I don’t know what she must have said to this little blonde girl. Was I sad? Confused? There must have been an incredible amount of emotion around me at that time. My sister remembers...