I remember having a really good friend who lived 20 minutes away from me on a property. There were several falling down buildings … old and shabby and something about them enchanted me. Moved me.
Rusty roof
Weathered timber
A paling loose here
Iron curled up there
The age within
Stories held silent
Journeys unknown
Sheltered for years
A home
A stable
A dairy
A barn
An ancient shack
A haven for me
My sister recently took this photo of an old Aussie cottage, and once again, I was moved. I was moved to feel. I felt something. A tugging. A joy.
A building like this, would be my perfect writing hide-a-way. Old and shabby on the outside, and I imagine, on the inside it would be water proof, air-conditioned, and comfortable.
What moves you?





