Leaf: Some protest art stuck on the wall of the main shopping street. (Marrickville, Australia)

Rae: As we were watering the garden at the meditation space on one of those perfect Pai afternoons, Kenya said, "Mama! Where's your camera? Please take a picture of the light coming through there." So I did. (Pai, Thailand)

Leaf: This is my sister Anke's desk and next to it her pile of work from art school. I spent the day catching up on two years worth of art that I had missed. It was so deeply nourishing and beautiful. I don't think I can live without my sisters art in my life.  (Marrickville, Australia)

Rae: This hibiscus is so crazily intricate! What what what? Amazing. (Pang Mapha, Thailand)

Leaf: Why do I like teacups so much? I think it's because (to me) they mean…beauty, friendship and rest. I can't wait to sit and drink tea with you. I miss you and talk about you all the time. (Yarramundi, Australia)

Rae: I've been wanting to get a close up of the rice harvest ever since we got back, and then I was at Josh and Naomi's new house, and this was happening in their backyard. Whoa. (Pai, Thailand)

Leaf: My beautiful sister Tee gazing at the sweet little Ruby Girl. (Corrimal, Australia)

Rae: Being home means I can make bread again. I love getting my hands in dough. (Pai, Thailand)

Leaf: The sweet little feet of my newborn daughter…the tiniest person I have ever known. (Penrith, Australia)

Rae: One of the many tall Victorians in this city where Chinua and I lived for many years. (San Francisco, USA)

Leaf: We love a slow, slow, Sabbathy Saturday morning where breakfast is late and the pyjamas stay on for a long time. (Yarramundi, Australia)

Rae: I have discovered that I adore stones, especially stones at the beach. On our retreat Christy and I went to a beach called Pebble Beach, where we spent a very happy hour sorting through the most beautiful sand polished stones. (Half Moon Bay, USA)

Leaf: This colour must be called Spring Green…what do you say my Artist Friend? (Yarramundi, Australia)

Rae: Christy and I went on a little retreat at the Korean Prayer Mountain near Santa Cruz. This is what our cabins looked like, just a tiny bit of floor in the Redwoods, no food allowed, a perfect place to retreat and rest. I lay under the stars and watched the sky, then walked in the morning and found a clearing with a wooden cross where I sat and prayed and walked and prayed. Both Christy and I were in bliss. (Scotts Valley, USA)