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Without a keeper of words, stories tumble and fall, eventually melting into the ether, never to be heard of again. Stories link us to our mob, doesn’t matter if you are Koorie, Irish, Kiwi, Welsh or Indian. It’s the listening and telling of these stories that bring our people close, both young and old. Stories keep our culture and our faith alive.

‘Grace Beside Me’ by Sue McPherson

5 months ago

You’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them — if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.

‘The Catcher in the Rye‘ by J.D. Salinger

5 months ago

All children, except one, grow up.

‘Peter Pan’ by J. M. Barrie

5 months ago

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ by Stephen Chbosky

5 months ago

And the walls became the world all around.

‘Where the Wild Things Are’ by Maurice Sendak

6 months ago