shared senses and a deep love for MONA

I enjoy visiting bohemian twilight and wandering through Monica's shared senses -
I love how a very clear and full picture can be internally painted via a few thoughtful words and a tune.
Monica invites visitors to join in and share in the senses tour..


seeMONA - Museum of Old and New Art - in Hobart, Tasmania. There will be many posts to come about my experiences within that brilliant and extraordinary place.

A Few Hours After This by The Cure on Grooveshark
- an old album on the new record player.

read: Indelible Ink - by Fiona McGregor. A slow start for me but the the writing drew me in eventually with its fine and sometimes cruel insight into the dynamics of family. First book for the newly formed book club.

taste: Coffee. Always Coffee

touch: Small hands. Soft skin.

think: On a big change

feel: Revived and renewed after experiencing a deeply thoughtful gift from my partner - 3 whole days away in Tasmania, to delve into the stunning gifts of mona.


  1. what a wonderful gift!
    big changes are always exciting, and sometimes scary

    look forward to the book review.

    thanks for joining in. love reading other people's senses!

  2. I really appreciate Monica's blog for those reasons as well - thanks for taking us on a senses tour too!

  3. I have loved Monica's senses and it looks like I 'm gonna love your too ; )

  4. Agreed. Monica has such a way with words. Like no other.

  5. A sleepless night and I stumbled and found myself here sifting through your wonderful thoughts, I wished I had the spirit to stop myself, I shouldn't be here...this public space shouldn't include me...but..I couldn't...and as I become giddy when I see your handwriting again...and remember music shared....Anwin..green sleeves....painting....my brain conjurs up the smell of rose oil....and Im taken back to a place I don't want to come back from. At nearly 20 years on I feel I must send you a heartfelt thanks for being the best experience of my adolescence...and apologise for the version of love I could give at that age...that version that could not include realising that you were in fact perfect...and I pray that you indeed never did change. I find myself drawn to the Ben Folds song "Mess" as if written for me...and cant help but drift to us/then and regret every shitty miserable thoughtless thing I did, sorry beyond defining.

    1. i would love to know who wrote this......

  6. your art - my ankle:
    my heart - a young monk,

    Two Buddhist Monks were on a journey, one was a senior monk, the other a junior monk. During their journey they approached a raging river and on the river bank stood a young lady. She was clearly concerned about how she would get to the other side of the river without drowning.

    The junior monk walked straight past her without giving it a thought and he crossed the river. The senior monk picked up the woman and carried her across the river. He placed her down, they parted ways with woman and on they went with the journey.

    As the journey went on, the senior monk could see some concern on the junior monk's mind, he asked what was wrong. The junior monk replied, "how could you carry her like that? You know we can't touch women, it's against our way of life". The senior monk answered, "I left the woman at the rivers edge a long way back, why are you still carrying her?"

    Be well Meeks.

  7. Sharing senses...I like that. I used to participate in a Five Senses Friday activity. I like this malleable less specific take on it.

    read: Sea Change
    hear: traffic
    see: blue sky
    smell: bacon in the cafe...
    taste: sparkling water
    touch: laundry
    think: I can't wait to visit the chickens, cows, and goats this afternoon.
    feel: optimistic about a risk


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