About This Home

When I was young I carried a dream—somewhere my body and my soul could both come to rest, a place to finally belong. Ten years ago a brief, ordinary trip brought me to Robe, a small seaside town in South Australia. That visit left an impression I could not erase. The place called to me, and I answered; here, I set down roots and called it “Gina’s Home.”

Every life is a gallery of moments: roads traveled, views encountered, people who pass through and leave traces. Washed by time and sunlight, those moments are stitched into memory and—if we are lucky—bound into a luminous book of poems we give back to the world and to ourselves.

Robe feeds a creative hunger in me that nowhere else can. It captivated me — despite being just a quiet town of fourteen hundred souls — and it held me close. Robe is distant from modern clamor; it shrugsoff the city’s polish and returns you, by its colors and light, to something honest and unadorned. Sky, land, sea—nature here embraces everyone without favour. You must come and stay to truly know it. Put your phone aside. Walk to the shore. Let the breeze lift your hair; let the waves carry strange, distant ideas to your feet. Even a few days can restore a lost simplicity, unravel tension, and let a small astonishment surprise you into creating—writing, painting—right where you stand. In those moments you meet a quieter, previously overlooked self.

This is how I made my home. My days are now ordinary in the best way: tending vegetable beds and flowers, reading, writing, and sifting through memory. I weave love, doubt, small defeats, and fragile joys into books and poems. Modern technology still keeps me gently tethered to the wider world—but it is only that: a quiet tether, enough and nothing more. Even as the age of AI dawns—strange and compelling—I have made room for it in my life without letting it take the view.

This house holds my past and my future longings. I feel the sea’s gift here—Guichen Bay shielding me from the outside storms, cradling me with tenderness. I am full of gratitude. When the heart settles, beauty rises from the ground and fills your body. Empty your thoughts, and let nature’s small mercies surround you. In that narrow, wondrous world there is only you—and those you love.

Gina