Tanya Meeson

The waiting time

In Greyton again for a few days, house-sitting for friends and just generally enjoying a little time out of the city. The fireplace is going, I got some bubbles and a vegetable stew in my belly, and there’s some smooth smooth jazz on the sound system. The last few months have been very quiet onContinueContinue reading “The waiting time”

AW12: Recovering a Sense of Faith

There is a Zen saying that goes, “Before one studies Zen, mountains are mountains and waters are waters; after a first glimpse into the truth of Zen, mountains are no longer mountains and waters are no longer waters; after enlightenment, mountains are once again mountains and waters once again waters.” I’m not sure why thisContinueContinue reading “AW12: Recovering a Sense of Faith”

Hey cheesebags

Spent some time in an actual office this week There are some things that don’t make sense here in the 21st century. Things, I feel, that don’t belong in the year 2023. Like sexism and racism and LGBTQI-hatin’ and war. Like men policing women’s bodies, like slavery, like genociding animals. Like pollution and greed andContinueContinue reading “Hey cheesebags”

AW11: Recovering a Sense of Autonomy

(Just a quick aside: most of my blogging is happening on Substack so if you’d like to join me there please do!) My God it’s been a loooooong almost six months on this Artist’s Way trip. But this chapter reminded me that a lot has genuinely changed since I started on 1 January this year.ContinueContinue reading “AW11: Recovering a Sense of Autonomy”

AW10: Recovering a Sense of Self-Protection

You know those people who say, “God I miss school. Those were the best days of my life” or “What I wouldn’t give to be a kid again” or “My twenties were the best years of my life”? I am not one of those people. And sometimes, Artist’s Way just feels like one giant, pain-in-the-assContinueContinue reading “AW10: Recovering a Sense of Self-Protection”