“In the stillness of the bushland wattle blossoms float on branches filled with dark, stolen stories, broad and brave above the ground. The land on which I grow and grow my children. An earth with burnt intentions. A history full of loss.” FamilyLandAustraliaReconciliation Author:April S. Rolfe
“Purple: my favourite colour, why? It was the colour of the flowers on my Nanna's dishes and I loved her tea cake; because violet's smell like love, because it looks like velvet... because... bruises. It is the dark that grows into midnight and the dawn that rises into warmth.” ChildhoodVioletPurple Author:April S. Rolfe
“When it hurts to look back and looking forward is a blur hold on for a moment and know that I've got you. I've got you.” FriendshipHurt Author:April S. Rolfe
“When there are no replies, no words to fill the silence, do not concern yourself with knowing whether they heard you. Not knowing is knowing.” FriendshipHurt Author:April S. Rolfe