Hands

June 2012. I was trying to fall asleep in an hotel room in St Kilda. I was restless. I was in Melbourne to film a job, but I felt strange. I didn’t know if I wanted to continue acting. It was beginning to grate against my chest. My trajectory was unpredictable. The opportunity to forfeit integrity was forever present. I didn’t know if I could still serve the work. I didn’t know if God would bless the process or the pursuit. I was finding myself desperate to live for more. To do more, to be more. To make a difference. Acting – […]

The Path

This is a path of miracles. I can’t stress that enough, as both warning and invitation. Miracles can’t be hidden. They burst out, they scream out. They shape, and they direct down strange and narrow avenues. The path itself, its very existence, is miraculous. By miraculous, I don’t simply mean ‘unlikely’. I mean divine. I mean supernatural. I understand that this can be difficult to hear and to accept – and you don’t have to accept it. But I am on the path, and the miracles rage before me, as light, as colour and as sound – so I must accept them. […]