Hopfield is Writing

On My Walks

  • RunRona: 10km is not a lot to give

    I’m done. I finished my walk. Towards the end my body realised I didn’t have breakfast and was a little upset with me but walking 10km is nothing compared to the fight Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders have been fighting… Continue reading

  • RunRona: it’s still the same sky

    Though it’s cloudy, It’s warm, I’m sweating, And I’ve taken my jacket off, Though it’s cloudy, And the shade is chilly, The sun pats my shoulders, Saying “I’m here”, The winds blow, Saying “I’m here”, And later today, The moon… Continue reading

  • RunRona: I hit the 5km mark

    Admittedly, I got lost for a moment there in East Brisbane. But once I see the Gabba lights, I know where I’m going. I’ve been living here for about eight years and I still really only know my common path… Continue reading

  • RunRona: whose world and who’s represented

    I had a dream a few years ago where I woke up in the middle of the city and it looked nothing like it looks now. It was created in the Australian Aboriginal colours and was made to look more… Continue reading

  • RunRona: The land underneath the pavement

    On my 10 K walk, Today I will acknowledge, Turrbal, Yuggera. Continue reading

  • RunRona: I’m at the Gate

    I’m in the driveway, Ready to leave, The crows are talking their morning gossip, The twitterings flickering around them, The day is cloudy, but I can feel the sun, Like a thick, damp blanket, It’s bright, a bit hard to… Continue reading

  • Always a Painting

    There is always a sunset and a sunrise. A painting that drifts around the world. Changing and morphing but always the same kind of beauty. Continue reading