SUNDAY / 7

IMG_5677.JPGI'm running behind on things here. Too busy with life to pay mind to old Sugar Mountain, much as I love to write. I know I need to make more tie to write, but it's hard when there are exhibitions and drinks and dinners and beach walks and yoga and lectures and picnics to be had. Last SUNDAY was special though. Started out early in a most spectacular way with a Nathi Crying Country Ceremony in the Botanic Gardens, just after sunrise. I cried and laughed at the stories, then we all shared breakfast in the Utzon Room at the Opera House, where little Rosie and I pressed our heads against the window taking in the grey harbour (above).

The All About Women festival at the Sydney Opera House was a pretty wonderful program of speakers and events. I went down with a few of my lovely aunties and my cousins Mabel, Tess and Lucy, saw friends and inspiring ladies who I know, had champagne and soaked in a lot of interesting ideas. I was impressed and in awe of Anita Sarkeesian and Tara Moss in the morning session, who spoke so eloquently and powerfully and passionately about harassment and violence against women - I feel that there is no more pertinent issue for feminists, for our society, at the moment. Germaine Greer reminded us what she's so important and funny, talking about aged care and the women it leaves behind (being both aged and those caring for the aged), Clementine Ford and Celeste Liddle spoke about Australian media and Roxane Gay was quiet, nuanced and terribly good at shaking things up. I heard the spectacular Elizabeth Gilbert, who stood barefoot on stage and had the whole room enthralled, telling us how to be creative, how to get out of our own way and have courage. She is such a gift, so intelligent, articulate, compassionate, funny as hell and so engaged with life, I just loved hearing her speak.

You can watch and listen to the sessions here.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.