Summer Love

I sit here typing feeling cool and grateful as the summer sizzles outside. I can hear the familiar rising sound of cicadas every few minutes. Their vibrations starting out as a far away knocking, rising to a crescendo of beats so loud, I can't help but wonder if they are somewhere inside the house. I … Continue reading Summer Love

November again

What a joy it’s been with so many hummingbirds visiting our back yard all summer long! They are so fast and at once delicate and sturdy. How I wish I had some decent photos to share. Especially for my Australian friends - they are only present in the Americas - their tiny bodies not able … Continue reading November again

Backyard Delights

It’s a little over four years now since I started writing this Magenta Blues blog. I still remember clearly posting that very first blog - actually I probably really need to revisit it for some guidance right now - it was all about how resilience is underpinned by good quality sleep …. but I digress … Continue reading Backyard Delights

Spring has sprung!

And so the world turns, and the season shifts. Springtime with all of its glorious and pesky pollen - the sure sign of abundant life - is upon us. I love the green of new, spring leaves. So bright, not yet ripened into the darker, maturity of summer, this brightness almost neon in the sunlight. … Continue reading Spring has sprung!

Autumn in Texas

November in Texas. What a year we've had!? (What a year I've had...) I found this draft that I had written last November around Thanksgiving time. I have decided to post it today - only about a year late! And I cannot quite believe how much my life has changed in this past year, how … Continue reading Autumn in Texas

A sense of self

For the longest time I have contemplated what my own sense of self really is. It is the stuff of great philosophers, learned psychologists and wise teachers. I am none of these, and yet, I yearn and I stretch to know and understand, myself, our lives, the mysteries!


I’m up early. Like so many, this weekend, I am somewhat emotionally exhausted, yet calm. I sit quietly, sipping my coffee and watching the sky turn from indigo to day. The lights of the city, twinkling so pretty against their dark backdrop, start to disappear one by one. The pretty early morning darkness fading into a somber grey day, that somehow matches the hush that is over the city.

Season 4, Episode 14

Could there have been a more perfect episode? Three siblings, on the cusp of their shared 40th birthday, their individual lives wonderful, yet challenged, agree to meet at the cabin of their childhood years for the weekend. Their plan? Regroup and reground themselves as individuals in an atmosphere of shared love and comfort that only … Continue reading Season 4, Episode 14

Ten Years

Hello Nanna, how are you? Where are we? I’ve missed you so much. Yes I am well, yes, yes, looking fit. You make me laugh! You’ve always been full of compliments. I don’t understand where we are - how is that that I am getting to see you, to hear you, to hold your hand? … Continue reading Ten Years

A Tale of Two Cities: Part One – Me and my penchant for paradox

A year ago, I moved to Oklahoma City. It was an unexpected move. A decision somewhat hurried, and somewhat at odds with other things going on in my life. Nevertheless, on a quiet, Sunday evening, I took a one-way, one hour flight from Houston Intercontinental Airport to Will Rogers Oklahoma City Airport. No big deal, … Continue reading A Tale of Two Cities: Part One – Me and my penchant for paradox

Hot in The City

The City, as I've grown accustomed to calling her, was abuzz with a strange mix of relaxed fun and worn-out frazzle from the heat this evening. It is just as hot, and just as humid as Houston, yet somehow, it seems cooler here, or at least it has, until today. I think it's all in … Continue reading Hot in The City


Today I watched one of those sponsored health messages that appeared in my Facebook feed. Perhaps not the best decision to click on one of those videos, nevertheless, today something compelled me to watch.

Mother’s Day

I am childless. It’s not how I expected things to turn out. Not how I wanted things to turn out. But at forty-five, I am finally at peace with this.

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Late discoveries

"All precious things, discover'd late,
To those that seek them issue forth,
For love in sequel works with fate,
And draws the veil from hidden worth."

This extract from Tennyson’s 'The Daydream' has long had me spellbound.  I first discovered it as the epigraph in Lucy Maud Montgomery’s ‘Anne of The Island’ (published in July 1915, read by me for the first time circa 1980.)

The joy rest brings …

‘How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterwards.’

I read this on a greeting card, a long, long time ago.  In our time-poor, modern lives, where we are still wearing our busy-ness, and the exhaustion that matches it, as a badge of honour, the idea of doing nothing, let alone resting afterward, seems like an impossible dream.  Is it any wonder that this proverb is showing up all over Pinterest and Instagram?

I am not good at resting.  Certainly, I don't rest enough.

And ‘way leads on to way’

Very few of the adventures we pursue in this life take the path we expect.  Whether it is navigating romantic relationships or any relationship, raising children, managing a career or learning to play an instrument, it seems that the notions we held of how things would go are often met with unforeseen, and often unwanted, surprises that criss-cross our path along the way.  Nevertheless, our human optimism for putting a plan in place, and daring to have expectations, seems to endure. 

Of course,

Good Friday

Bruce Dawe is a well loved and brilliant Australian Poet.  I was moved to tears, when as a teenager, I first read 'And a Good Friday was had by all'.  It still gets me every time. And a Good Friday was had by all Bruce Dawe You men there keep those women back and God … Continue reading Good Friday

The Blues

Writing about this topic may be the most challenging for me yet.  Actually, the writing is easy, the difficult part will be when the time comes to click the ‘publish’ button.  And if you’re reading this, you’ll know that I found the courage.

The Daily Song: Call It Dreaming/Iron & Wine

Christine at Brave and Reckless not only inspires me with her own writing, but also with her beautiful curating of art – both songs and poems. Reblogging her January 26 ‘Daily Song’ to celebrate Australia Day – this one finds that sweetest of human spots where melancholy, joy and hope all collide. And the video clip has some shots of the wide blue skies streaked with magenta light! Beautiful.

Brave & Reckless

Usually its the music that captures me but this video resonated somewhere really deep inside.  For everyone us who has ever felt alone, isolated, invisible.

“Call It Dreaming”

Say it’s here where our pieces fall in place
Any rain softly kisses us on a face
Anywhere means we’re running
We can sleep and see ’em coming
Where we drift and call it dreaming
We can weep and call it singingWhere we break when our hearts are strong enough
We can bow ’cause our music’s warmer than blood

Where we see enough to follow
We can hear when we are hollow
Where we keep the light we’re given
We can lose and call it living

Where the sun isn’t only sinking fast
Every night knows how long it’s supposed to last
Where the time of our lives is all we have
And we get a chance to say
Before we ease…

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Leaving Melbourne …

Does anybody ever really leave Melbourne?

I flew back to the US a few days ago.  Who knows exactly how many times I have left, too many to count.  The feeling never changes, a small sense of anxiety that I am leaving some part of myself behind.

I went out for an early morning walk before leaving, in search of my last caffe latte – Melbourne coffee simply is the best in the world. 

Winter Holiday Writing Prompt Challenge: 9000 miles from home-Carla Santamaria — Brave and Reckless

When I started Magenta Blues earlier this year, I hadn't fully appreciated the joy and connection that the blogging and writing community would bring me.  There are many amazing writers and poets to be discovered - not least of which is Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless who so graciously and generously shared my latest … Continue reading Winter Holiday Writing Prompt Challenge: 9000 miles from home-Carla Santamaria — Brave and Reckless

Simple Wisdom for the Season

There is such simple wisdom in the tales and the fables we heard and read as children. Perhaps none more so than the collection of Dr. Seuss favorites.  A unique combination of humor and lightheartedness with thought provoking wisdom. 

My first, and favorite, Dr. Seuss book was ‘The First of Octember’. 

Heartbreak Harvey

I spent most of Sunday glued to the television, crying.   Feeling anxious after a sleepless night, feeling incredibly grateful, and truly amazed at the capacity and grace of the people of Houston.  Not much has changed in the days since then.

Magenta: My Anchor for Balance

Magenta Blues, is all about intentional balance, inspiring ordinary joy in everyday moments, and nurturing resilience.  For those times in life when stress, sorrow or disappointment are present, or everything seems overwhelming, the stories and ideas at Magenta Blues seek to provide comfort and connection in managing through those feelings.  

Magenta Musings

Magenta has become a positive thinking anchor for me -  it is symbolic of transformation, universal harmony and emotional balance.  It is the colour of strength and truth and peace.  I love the way magenta sounds, it reminds me of evocative words like magic, majesty and imagination.

Summer Beets

I have a special penchant for beetroot – it’s odd, I know, but there is an amity, a simpatico between me and the humble beet.  


The poetry of Jeff Buckley's songs still get me every time. It is twenty years ago today that our world lost this amazing artist. Grace was a pivotal soundtrack for me, and for my life. Read more…